One of those nights…
Where I just wish someone would text me and say, “Yo, come hang out”.
I don’t want to text the boy because I want him to put in effort and if he doesn’t, welp, there you go. Not that interested.
Don’t want to text the ex for obvious reasons.
I hate always being the person to initiate things, but at the same time I don’t like just sitting here doing nothing…blah…
