Wrong number reminds me of the situationship I had last yearπππππ i met this really hot guy at the clurb, he took my number, texted me for a while, I thought we could give this a try, we go on a date, bitchass tries to fuck on the first date, I tell him to fuck off, he stopped texting me, I forgot abt him, then a random guy texted me, then another random guy texted me, then another, then another, i asked em how'd y'all get my number, turns out that hot guy leaked my number in some freaky ass gc, btw I kinda knew that guy, he was a friend of a trusted friend, so I thought I could trust him, also he was super hot (did I say that already?), but I learnt looks can be deceptive, that bitch was a mfing creep, so yeah I had to change my number, now I never give my number to anyone, learnt this the harsh wayπ
bitch how does wrong number makes u remember this shit ass experience ππ i thought u were gonna tell me a cute story about a guy simping over you. we need to start killing men fr one per day im sos serious. honestly what a shitty person, i hope he goes bald and never has a good day. send me his address and iβll deal with him dw babygirl mother will protect you from now on
