nadayia
She’s the kind of girl who’ll give you her last slice of pizza, then complain about how it was the best one.
She told me she was in love with me, then asked me if I was still single so she could tell her best friend.
She cried when I said I didn’t want to be friends anymore, but she still followed me home.
She sent me a 10-page essay on why I was her favorite person, then blocked me.