I thought you were different. My bad.
I want this to be the last thing I ever write about you because you were always wrong for me.
Am I really asking for it?
Everything is not as it seems.
Why cry over a fuckboy when you can be not crying over a fuckboy?
If you’re looking for a rave bae, I suggest you find one before you go to the festival.
If you’re not sorry, don’t apologize. If you’re not going to forgive, then don’t accept it.
I went on a lot of Tinder dates so you don’t have to.
I know you’ve probably been having a week and feel like shaving off all your hair à la Britney. Instead, listen to this dope ass playlist and you’ll feel like a bad bitch all over again.
When you’re as Drakey as me, catching feelings is inevitable.