- mom: what time did you go to bed last night?
- me: that information is confidential
So now I’m “fake”.
Sorry, I didn’t know that by telling you how I really felt made me artificial. My bad, I broke your heart by telling you the truth. If I never told you that shit, I’d be pretending I still actually like you, and that would make me “fake”. The truth hurts, build a bridge and get over it.
What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay?
(Source: mahalkitax3)
