For katielaynew bc this text is too long and i dont want you to get confused..
We’ve been literally running in the same circle for 8 months. We met and then we started talking, then we almost got together, then he was still talking to other girls, and talking about them infront of me, so i told him to fuck off. Then we were friends for the longest time. Talking all day and night and god he made me so fucking happy. Then we got super drunk. Then he tried to kiss me and i didnt let him. But he felt like fire. But the best kind. Then he got embarassed and awkward so he stopped talking to me for a while. Then we started hanging out again. Alot. And then we stayed up all night talking . Then we went out. Then he got drunk and i convinced him to let me drive us to austin. And he slept on me. And he held my hand. And he felt like fire. And it felt so good. And then we got close again and he let me in on so much. And then we got drunk and we kissed, and I’ve never felt something so magical in my whole entire life. It felt like my whole body was ablaze. It felt like he knew what i wanted and needed. Then i left the next morning and didnt say anything. Didnt tell him bye. Just got up and left. I still felt like i was smouldering. Then i asked him what if meant and he said it didnt mean anything but he thought i was cool(which is fucking lame) then he was awkward and ignored me. And then i got the guts to finally let him back in. And we were like one again. Minus the relationship. But i was his. I always have been. And then we stayed up all night. And we knew everything about eachother. And then he was holding my hand. And sober and then he was cuddling me and sober. And i was beyond happy. Because he was the fire to my ice. Then on my birthday i told hik how i felt. And he ignored me for 3 days. The longest days of my life. Then he finally grew a pair and told me he was sorry. He never said he didnt like me, but he never said he did like me. Then we were good again, but not the same. Then we went to a party and we cuddled. And kissed. And touched. And he just feels like home. And i cant stop thinking about him. I cant stop wanting him. And all i want is for him to say “Caroline, lets give this a try” because even though I’m trying to move on, i’m still his. Idk what to do.
People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.