Becca Klaver
It’s like a phobia of life in general?
I promised not to do it again?
I paid you already?
I know you care, but it’s not enough?
I think you need to bring your voice down?
I ate the rest of it?
I’m 100% positive I left it right here?
I didn’t think that applied to me?
I kinda miss it?
I told them I’d be there every Thursday?
I keep getting what I want?
I sorta wanna flake on my own party?
It’s, like, a tendency toward self-destruction?
I was thinking of the greater good?