wrong.
i met a guy. i thought i was happy. i thought we were happy. until he yelled at me and hit me with the car key over and over again. enough, i said to myself. the yell and the hit were totally unhappiness picture of us.
i met a guy. weâd love to joke and laugh. same sense of humor was such a good start. i thought i was happy. i thought we were happy. until i found him begging his parents for buying a new toy collection at his age of 25. later, i found him being so much proud of the fine goods his parents always pamper him with. the joke was totally on you, man.
i met a guy. he knocked. i open the door. then, i close it without asking him to come in. maybe this is it. maybe iâm just tired to met another wrong guy.














