You're a cowboy like me

I know nobody's gonna go to someone's house just for a stupid old teenage talk fight. It's nothing. So let's move to a teenage time and bear with the chat place. 

The brackets are the inner thoughts we don't say much.

(maybe I should just ask rather than mulling it in my head)

creepycalls: hi, did you log in to my account?

apricity: uh, don't you remember I couldn't log in because of the second security check?

(Let's dawn on)

creepycalls: I do. But I don't remember following you on this acc. That's why I asked.

(For actual clarity doe)

apricity: yeah, you had unfollowed me and removed me from my followers. Lol. I just remembered.

(Let's shade more. You remember the dump right?)

creepycalls: ya, I just changed the pass. 

(Boss move. Throw up. Maybe not that much cool)

apricity: cool. (Fine.)

(creepycalls: fine)

After 5 minutes.

(creepycalls: why can't we just talk normally?)

(apricity: I'm used to throwing shades)

(creepycalls: we can't ever talk normally. We are always upto a fight. Always. You are always throwing shades. I'm always backing myself up with fire lines. This is never gonna end up being anything in between us.)

(apricity: I don't want to talk love now. You left me. You broke up. I'm living the pieces. Maybe not fully but not that much less too. And you are always moving on. That's what about girls.)

(creepycalls: girls, seriously? This is too much.)

creepycalls: we can't ever talk normally right?

apricity: you had the guts to text me that?

creepycalls: yeah. Just for blog writing.

apricity: I'm no story and a joke. 

creepycalls: I know.

Left on read.

(creepycalls: let's stalk the page, shall we?

(apricity: let's stalk the page, shall we?)

(creepycalls: ahoy. Actually imma should tell you that apricity is mispelled by me or sounds like apricot to me. Honestly. It's more of a green damn fruit than the sunset warmth which is always hell and humid for me rather than your cheesy peace.)

(apricity: she hasn't still followed anyone or posted on this acc of hers. Maybe she...Oh she doesn't have friends. I know. But honestly, who would be wanna friends with her? So dumb and slow in smart talks. Patience is my limit and maybe everyone else's too. Everyone kicked her out of the group, what would you expect more from the world than this.)

(creepycalls: he still follows that damn girl. Love can't be denied on an eye power -5. They catch everything. Still follows so many damn people. Crap and wasted. Ah that.. he still follows his ex? Is love that expired too? Am I talking cool rather than sense?)

(apricity: nothing's here and nothing's there too. Everything stays hidden behind a private account sticker. This is so frustrating. I had told her to make an account of her only. Like only posting about herself and it should stay open for fun in life. She doesn't knows the definition of the real fun.)

(creepycalls: at least I'm not a creep like him to arrange my photos for a crap display on people's rubbish eyes. I'm always away from that kinda fun. It's so bad and waste.)

(apricity: oh she changed her bio. I've seen that blog link. But I haven't read any of those yet. I don't like to read sometimes. Study has been in my cup of tea but I've left it sizzling and warm always for thriving towards the real experience.)

(creepycalls: he removed his ngl link. Ha! Knew it!! That's been a show for everyone for so damn long. Every girl proposed him and he denied it like a fool. Not a pro. I'm a pro at rejecting people. He isn't. Thats why he's way dumber than me. And calls me dumb. Oh the times we met and called each other something. It's been long and ig now completely gone.)

(apricity: is Taylor releasing Speak Now ts's version?? Is that what she means by "SPEAK NOW OMG"???)

creepycalls: tay's releasing speak now btw. You better follow her. 

apricity: I know. Maybe much more than a swiftie.

creepycalls: NEVER

apricity: FOREVER

(creepycalls: oh)

(apricity: oh)

creepycalls: still

apricity: maybe I should sleep now. Bye.

creepycalls: same. Bye.

(creepycalls: forever is the sweetest con. So true Taylor.)