Going speechless because of the shit T does and says. And wondering if I really wanna be his everything, heh.
*T picks his nose and wipes on my hand. I fumble to wipe my hand off his face*
Me: WHY DO YOU LIKE TO DO THAT??? GROSS!
T: Because you’re my multi purpose tissue paper.
T: If we are in Singapore, you’d be my toilet paper. You know why?
Me: *pretend to sleep*
T: *continues anyway* Because there, your skin is rougher ’cause of the weather, hahahaha!