Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine
I hate when people expect much out of me. When people expect me to be a perfect girl to them. Look, I can’t change me. Take it or leave it. I’m not going to suck your dick just because you want me to. I can’t just suddenly become the smartest person in the world because you prefer uber intelligent girls. I don’t know everything about your favourite hobby, but I’ll try hard to keep a conversation going about it. I’m not going to satisfy all of your sexual desires. I have morals. I have a past, one that I probably won’t let you in on it for a long while. Just stop expecting me to be so great. I’m really not.