4/27/2019

For the time when you tell someone you like them and they don’t like you back.

Fuck them. They don’t know what the hell they mean. You’re going to grow up and see them again in middle school or high school and they’re going to wish you had a bad memory and forgot this exact moment. Son, they’re going to see you post braces (you probably got that from gene from me, my bad) and also probably with a sick ass beard (I hope beards are still in because or else your pops might be ugly again). That’ll be the day they’ll be all nice to you and add you on social media out of nowhere and you could just keep posting and flexing the nice smile and beard. Daughter, you should not have had to make the first move to this person regardless. You’re a queen and that bozo is going to wish they said they liked you back in the 1st grade. The day this happens, know that your father is now beefing with that kid plus their parents because we’re a squad. So, fuck them. They’re not getting any pizza and cupcakes when I take them into class.