Everyone has bad habits. It’s nothing to be ashamed of darling. I still think you’re beautiful, I hoped after telling you my bad habits you would feel better about yours. But you just made me feel worse. I think it was just a coping mechanism. It’s okay, I don’t mind.
I’ve got bad habits. I pick my skin, I cut my hair, I bite my nails, I clench my jaw. We all have something.
I’ve noticed one of yours, you pinpoint insecurities and make jokes about them. Thats okay tho I don’t mind. I know I have a lisp and a stutter. Just because you exaggerate your T’s and S’s around me doesn’t mean I like you any less. Just because you stumble over your words when I do doesn’t mean I don’t care about you anymore. I’ve learned to laugh about it. So yeah I sit in my room and reteach myself to say your name, so it comes out perfectly. Over and over again, so you can’t find anything to pick at but it doesn’t mean anything. But hey, I won’t lisp the S now. I don’t mind when your mean to me for fun, I don’t think you mean it. I see how your friends treat you. I’ve seen how your parents treat you. Trust me love I won’t treat you like that