imperfection. (Made up my mind, a least I tried.)

Made up my mind, a least I tried.

Me: It’s not the same anymore. I think I’m just going to let it slip.

Annie: NO THU! Don’t. He puts up with all your bullshit, that’s hard to find.

Me: Haha, that’s because I put up with his..

Annie: I’m going to talk to this nigga, fix ya’ll because I want you two married.

Me: Don’t. It’s already slipping, might as well let it go.