ranting.
Jose Ramon,
I hate your fucking guts right now.
Luckily for you, you’re cute and I’ll get over this in the morning.
But don’t you ever dare leave me with this child while you sleep the night away ever again or I swear, to whatever the fuck it is you believe in, I will end you.
It’s three in the morning. This shit isn’t fun.
Love,
Jess.
