sometimes we fight about stupid shit, even though we’re exactly the same.
“You’re too honest. You need to start keeping that shit in your head. It’s fucked up.” He’s not even looking at me anymore. Just down and away.
“Is it really a problem?”
“If you want friends or a boyfriend. Don’t you have a filter? You just don’t have any control over what you say.”
“I do.” I sound like a kicked puppy and I know it. “I just don’t want to lie.”
“Then don’t fucking say anything.” He looks up. “Come on, you look like you’re going to cry.”
“I might.”
“SEE! Thats what I mean. Any other person would’ve just said no and been done.”
