Jacksonized
Jackson is that guy who texts you every hour, asks how you slept, and still can’t stop saying he’s ugly even though he’s a total heartthrob.
Jackson texts me, ‘How did you sleep? I had a nightmare about my smile.’ I’m like, ‘You’re fine, you look like a king.’
He messages me, ‘I’m ugly, I know it. But I still love you.’
He sends me a picture of himself and says, ‘You know I’m the best friend ever, right?’ I’m like, ‘Yes, but you’re also the most insecure.’