Ingredients:
- a pinch of content
- a dash of discontent
- a generous handful of nonsense
Oh, okay.
You could just ignore me. Or not answer my questions, or not reply to a question via TEXT of all things, or not answer semi-important phone calls. That’s okay. Enjoy yourself, it’s not like it’s making me sad or anything.
Julia finally gets a taste of her own medicine.
I hate myself. I’m terribly sorry to anyone who I’ve done this to—who is probably everyone.
