You always think of the worst case scenario to put me in. For once, can you just trust me when I say that I know what I’m doing?
I can’t believe the thought even crossed my mind.
I just can’t seem to grasp the fact that’s it’s over.
You think you’re superior to everyone else. You ask for something, knowing that you’re going to get what you want anyways despite the answer you’ll be given. I hate that about you, and one day I’ll let you know the real meaning of no.