You know how much I hate bad manners but you really don’t give a fuck sometimes.

You slept through the entire afternoon instead of coming to the beach like planned (how convenient for you to say “start going and I’ll come in an hour”)

I just came back home now and you asked when we’re going out. Well it’s gonna be late because I can’t fake being okay. I’m not being petty but I genuinely feel ridiculed.

Loving this solo trip!!!!!!!!