So I have this awkward relationship with a friend. I have a niggling feeling that he hates me, but he tells me he doesn’t.
But then he tells me he hates me and I take him seriously, so I seeth with rage and get mad at him and I make sure he know’s that I’m upset with him.
So then he’s like And I’m always like
And then we’re good.
This is a routine, happens like clockwork. And every time, I always end up like this before he says “NUUUUUU I WAS KIDDING!”
Yet he persists. Like his incessant face touching which bothers me to no end.
But still, I love ‘im, no matter how much nor how often I want to rip his organs out with a spoon.