Get away from me.
Wait.. no, come back.
Moooove, dang. Can’t stand you.
I miss you.
Sometimes you just, ugh #$_÷>*!
I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.
Maybe.. idk, maybe we should’ve just been friends.
I feel so guilty, can I have you back?
Can I help you with something?
I’m trying to get your attention.
I want some friends, damn..
I’m tired of being the only one trying.
Don’t make me wait.
Can you take me on date?
I’m not your fucking sex slave.
I know you asked “how I’m doing”, but why can’t you tell me where you live?
You handled that the wrong way.
I only stopped by to bring you something, why can’t you answer the phone?
I know what I said, pay attention to what I’m doing.
Do you hate me?
Do I know you?