Dad: Why bother asking me what I want to eat if you're not preprared to listen or get it right? There was fuck all getting me that food, now i just feel ill for eating it.
S.: You can't treat me like a 2nd gf. Anyone who saw us last week would haev thought we're together. Which is not something that needs to be thought. Sure, we're friends, we're close, but talking to me like that, touching/hugging/kissing me like that. Not on. But if I tell you to your face I know it'll go weird again. So what can I do?! *helpless*
R.: I'm really sorry for being such a horny bitch the other night. You'll either get used or sod off. And I'm sorry cause you're a nice guy, I never meant to hurt you (wow, an apology in advance)
G.: I find it soooo hard to keep up this joking pretence of being together. When we're blates not. It's hard on my head. But how do I tell you this? I hope Thursday goes well for you girl, love you.
That feels better, just wish I could say the last 3 to their faces

