We can all relate.
I'm going to open an ice cream shop and name the flavors things like: dont be sad, he's not worth it, you deserve better.
the truth hurts sometimes
I don't cry over men anymore, I realize there only good for one thing, and some aren't even good at that.
Classy is sorting your problems out in private. Trashy is trying to start shit in a crowded parking lot.
The grass may be greener on the other side, but it's just as hard to mow.
Now I lay me down to sleep and pray that bitch sows what she reaps. Amen.
I wish I was a Muppet. I'd be happy all the time too if someone constantly had their hand up my dress.