Romanticism
What did I ever do in life to be cursed with such a terrible love life?
If you didn't know, my ex boyfriend showed up on my door step a month ago, with a HEAVY suitcase and a single rose. Things were good for a few days until he had found out I'd been seeing someone.
Well, hey don't break some girls heart if you don't want her hooking up with anyone else!
So it's been a roller coaster of an emotional few weeks.
I've been losing my mind.
Now, my roommates gf is visiting. He bought her a BOUQUET of roses, let's HER pick out a movie and even suggests quote-unquote chick flicks.
It's like in my face like "haha. This is just a visit and she gets all that. What do you get? Oh valentines day you get a single rose and four loko and you pay for dinner? One year anniversary how about you buy $3 wine and then have an abortion!"
Oh and that's not even the worst of it.
Where's my back bone? When do I officially stomp my foot?
Fml. And before him, well, you all remember matthole.
And then today I was watching that new show Whitney, which I kind of like. Focusing on how romance is practically dead. It is for me...and it sucks. I would LOVE a bouquet of flowers, or to not have to kick and scream and make DEALS just to watch "PS I love You". To be loved unconditionally and maybe taken on a cute date, no matter how cheap.
I need a gentleman.
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