And I still don't understand women. I know how to fucking give advise. But understanding them? Hell NO!
I should at least explain why I'm saying this right? Fuck it! NO... Ok, a little bit, but only because jumper set the mood, m'ok?
It's this great girl. A girl who I'm not too busy reading her body language or voice tone to see if she's lying. Because 80 percent of what she says of feels about me is real. (80% is like a 1000 in my list, so stfu and keep reading, also, learn Spanish).
She cannot make up her mind. Seriously. First she loved me, the she couldn't be with me, then she tries to tell me some kind of coded [text] message that even thought she's with somebody physically, her heart is a different thing. Ladies, I won't, and I will never understand you.
You know what's funny? The way I write about this feels like I'm mad or something, but seriously, I'm like the guy from Lie To Me, nice series by the way... Somehow, I can't write without making the sentences sound like I'm mad or something. I love these games. [The ones I make with the lives of people around me. I know it's wrong, but I have so much fun predicting outcomes, so fuck it!]
[Lie To Me] ...I understand ;)
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