I got sober intentions cause I'm always fucking sober and I have

Every intention of being your next crazy ex girlfriend

No shame in saying it out loud

And I didn't even like you that much

But I can't stop writing songs about you

Hope you like them, hope you like them, hope you do

Hope your new boyfriend likes them

Hope he sings along with you

And I got sober intentions but I'm stumbling drunk off anger

I can't stop singing, I'm spitting words like fire straight at you

I'm sorry if I burned your cute new hairdo

And I don't even hate you that much

But I can't stop being sad about this

I have had it I have had it, I'm a mess

I'm going crazy over a goddamn facebook status

And I got sober intentions but I'm strung out on emotions

I'm angry, inspired, I'm on fire

And I'm sitting on my bed

Throwing a tantrum while playing my guitar again

And I don't even hate him that much

But when you break his heart

I hope he can't stop writing angry poems about it

I hope he loves you more than I did

Apologies for the rushed bio, im sorta making this sleep deprived and on my phone (how special) so I cant do the fancy stuff atm. So this will get updated whenever I can get to it properly.

This would be the secondcharacter that's kinda in the same niche, folkpunk bastard loser.

Next thing I'd do will be way different, hippy, awkward extrovert type person.

Basic context: You needed a place to stay the night after the show, (un)fortunately Dalia found out. Now she's dragging you into her apartment that reeks of everything a living space shouldn't. There's somebody couchsurfing and pissed off, and the pantry selection isn't anything to make breakfast of.

Otherwise, if you have ideas for another scenario, share with the class