I wish I could be happy for you
So my two best male friends, C and P, now tell me in the same week they're seeing people. Now they both have, well, girlfriends.
And me, the funny woman in between them, mentor/sister/mother figure...is still alone.
I want to be happy because C has been trying to date for ages but kept getting rejected. And mercy, he's taken it well. No pity parties or feeling sorry for himself.
P, well, it's kinda complicated. Because yeah I had hoped to move on before he did. Find someone before he did. But no.
Haven't had a date all year.
And today, having drinks with P and T, a guy I'm kinda crushing on I find it tragic that P and T are getting on better than I am with T.
T even offhand remarks to me that he's met a girl from my state before. That she was cute and had great tits.
I just laugh but inside, I'm a little crushed. No man would ever tell a woman he's any way interested in about how great ANOTHER WOMAN'S TITS are.
So he sees me as 'one of the boys'. Brilliant. Ab-so-fucking brilliant.
I get whiny and depressed. And P tells me to shut up. That he's feeling ill and can't take my whiny bitchiness.
I am a whiny bitch.
Boo hoo. My best friends are hooking up and I'm not happy for them. Instead I'm being a whiny bitch.
Sometimes, I really fucking hate myself.
And me, the funny woman in between them, mentor/sister/mother figure...is still alone.
I want to be happy because C has been trying to date for ages but kept getting rejected. And mercy, he's taken it well. No pity parties or feeling sorry for himself.
P, well, it's kinda complicated. Because yeah I had hoped to move on before he did. Find someone before he did. But no.
Haven't had a date all year.
And today, having drinks with P and T, a guy I'm kinda crushing on I find it tragic that P and T are getting on better than I am with T.
T even offhand remarks to me that he's met a girl from my state before. That she was cute and had great tits.
I just laugh but inside, I'm a little crushed. No man would ever tell a woman he's any way interested in about how great ANOTHER WOMAN'S TITS are.
So he sees me as 'one of the boys'. Brilliant. Ab-so-fucking brilliant.
I get whiny and depressed. And P tells me to shut up. That he's feeling ill and can't take my whiny bitchiness.
I am a whiny bitch.
Boo hoo. My best friends are hooking up and I'm not happy for them. Instead I'm being a whiny bitch.
Sometimes, I really fucking hate myself.