someone kill me please....
I have been feeling quite obtrusive lately; I know that nearly all of my friends are too busy to find the time to give me a moment of their busy lives. I understand that, I really do. I know that I’m a joke of a person, and that no one wants me around. I know that too.
I hold these truths to be self evident:
I am the ugly friend.
I am the friend that you bring along to meet a guy so that you don’t have to deal with him not wanting you. I am that friend. I am the friend you bring along in a group because you don’t want to be treated as if you are the ugliest thing there. As long as I am there, you no longer have to worry about that.
I am the annoying friend
I am the friend that you put up with as long as you get what you want out of it. I am that friend, the one everyone has, the one that you wish would
leave you alone, unless you need them for something.
I am not relationship material
Ever the one night stand, always the fuck buddy, I’m just not what a guy wants to spend twenty minutes with on a long Saturday night. But give a man enough beer, and he’d do me. Great.
I am not attractive.
Why should I be? There are so many people in the world that are prettier, skinnier, less attainable, more attainable, easier, looser, less easy, less loose, a million reasons why men don’t want me, but will go out with the other woman down the way.
I do not look for men.
Again, who looks for relationships, I haven’t had a boyfriend since 2003 March to be precise, and I’m not actively searching for a replacement for the last one. However, there are all sorts of men that I am attracted to, at least semi-sorta like, and the most I get out of the deal is a fuck and run. WOO HOO.
I am better than who I pretend to be.
I can play the part of the slut really easy. I like sex. There I said it, no one else has to bother and ask, and yes I am part nympho I swear. I can be the bitch, and I can play the fool so well, but I’m none of these things. And I’m tired of being them. SO I quit.
I have a crush on two guys currently, but that doesn’t matter, because I’m not good enough for one of them, and the second has already admitted he’d like to fuck me, but that’s it, because he’s not into relationships at this time. Whatever.
There’s this 34 year old guy that likes me, and I’m not too sure about him, but like anyone really gives a flying fuck about me anyways.
I’m almost 26. I will be 26 on the 24th of this month. I’m old. I feel old, I’m lonely, and I’m liable to never have children or get married. That being said, I hate it and I would rather die than spend another entire year alone and getting older.
I feel like the Nanny. Now that’s bad.
I hold these truths to be self evident:
I am the ugly friend.
I am the friend that you bring along to meet a guy so that you don’t have to deal with him not wanting you. I am that friend. I am the friend you bring along in a group because you don’t want to be treated as if you are the ugliest thing there. As long as I am there, you no longer have to worry about that.
I am the annoying friend
I am the friend that you put up with as long as you get what you want out of it. I am that friend, the one everyone has, the one that you wish would
leave you alone, unless you need them for something.
I am not relationship material
Ever the one night stand, always the fuck buddy, I’m just not what a guy wants to spend twenty minutes with on a long Saturday night. But give a man enough beer, and he’d do me. Great.
I am not attractive.
Why should I be? There are so many people in the world that are prettier, skinnier, less attainable, more attainable, easier, looser, less easy, less loose, a million reasons why men don’t want me, but will go out with the other woman down the way.
I do not look for men.
Again, who looks for relationships, I haven’t had a boyfriend since 2003 March to be precise, and I’m not actively searching for a replacement for the last one. However, there are all sorts of men that I am attracted to, at least semi-sorta like, and the most I get out of the deal is a fuck and run. WOO HOO.
I am better than who I pretend to be.
I can play the part of the slut really easy. I like sex. There I said it, no one else has to bother and ask, and yes I am part nympho I swear. I can be the bitch, and I can play the fool so well, but I’m none of these things. And I’m tired of being them. SO I quit.
I have a crush on two guys currently, but that doesn’t matter, because I’m not good enough for one of them, and the second has already admitted he’d like to fuck me, but that’s it, because he’s not into relationships at this time. Whatever.
There’s this 34 year old guy that likes me, and I’m not too sure about him, but like anyone really gives a flying fuck about me anyways.
I’m almost 26. I will be 26 on the 24th of this month. I’m old. I feel old, I’m lonely, and I’m liable to never have children or get married. That being said, I hate it and I would rather die than spend another entire year alone and getting older.
I feel like the Nanny. Now that’s bad.