Love is when someone asks for a starburst and you give them a pink or a red one. Brief acquaintance is when you ask for a starburst and you give them an orange one. Pure hatred is when someone asks you for a starburst and you give them a yellow one.
Truth is I get jealous easily because what’s mine is mine. I’m stubborn as hell, I say sorry too much. I act like I don’t give a f*ck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things and probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.