even the essays i write sound sarcastic
I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.
I’m at work putting labs in the outbox. When I feel my hair being twirled around someone’s hand. Thinking its one of my coworkers, I giggle a bit. I turn around to find it was actually an older man who had fondled my hair. Of course, I jumped and he apologized and went into explanation; how my hair is so long & he wanted to know if it was extensions or not.
I instantly pull my hair to one side and give him an awkward smile and walked off quickly.
I honestly feel like putting my head in the sink D;