All I get out of it is a scratched vagina.
With Valentine's Day rapidly approaching and about to fucking smack in the face saying "ha ha you're single for the TWENTIETH VALENTINES DAY IN A ROW" I just wanted to get some thoughts down.
I've always been the single one. I can't keep relationships past a month to save my life. I don't know what they want. Hell, I don't know what I want. I'm never satisfied, never happy, I'm always confused, always crazy, always me.
But this year I'm not going to let it bother me.
I'm trying out this whole new philosophy, and this really wasn't a conscious decision. I've decided that worrying gets me nowhere. I need to stop trying so hard. I'll take things as they come, and who gives a fuck if things don't work out in the short term respect, everything will be fine in the end. Right?
So back to me being that pathetic single girl that doesn't have a boyfriend to hang and gush all over on this fateful day.
So far in 2008, I have made out with three guys. None of them ever called me later. I'm constantly being used, and I let myself be used. Because just making out with someone (sometimes adding a bit more into the mix, but I won't divulge in those details) is so much easier than holding a relationship. We're in college. Why tie yourself down with one person when you can just use people, sure, hook up with a different girl every weekend, who cares?
I don't care anymore.
I'm always being used. I'm just that pretty girl bitch with the septum piercing you see standing there at a party, really quiet because she didn't eat all day and she's completely obliterated drunk even though it's only her third beer. And yet people are attracted to my mystery. I'M NOT THAT INTERESTING. I'm boring, I'm stupid, I'm so plain and uninteresting it's not even funny. I can't go on pretending to be some awesomely amazing fantastic witty gorgeous girl. I'm none of that, what was I thinking? Sure, I'm just a pretty face. And guys just want to fuck me.
Awesome.
What the hell am I trying to say?
I don't know.
This is what I'm doing on the weekends.
Fuck you and good night.
I've always been the single one. I can't keep relationships past a month to save my life. I don't know what they want. Hell, I don't know what I want. I'm never satisfied, never happy, I'm always confused, always crazy, always me.
But this year I'm not going to let it bother me.
I'm trying out this whole new philosophy, and this really wasn't a conscious decision. I've decided that worrying gets me nowhere. I need to stop trying so hard. I'll take things as they come, and who gives a fuck if things don't work out in the short term respect, everything will be fine in the end. Right?
So back to me being that pathetic single girl that doesn't have a boyfriend to hang and gush all over on this fateful day.
So far in 2008, I have made out with three guys. None of them ever called me later. I'm constantly being used, and I let myself be used. Because just making out with someone (sometimes adding a bit more into the mix, but I won't divulge in those details) is so much easier than holding a relationship. We're in college. Why tie yourself down with one person when you can just use people, sure, hook up with a different girl every weekend, who cares?
I don't care anymore.
I'm always being used. I'm just that pretty girl bitch with the septum piercing you see standing there at a party, really quiet because she didn't eat all day and she's completely obliterated drunk even though it's only her third beer. And yet people are attracted to my mystery. I'M NOT THAT INTERESTING. I'm boring, I'm stupid, I'm so plain and uninteresting it's not even funny. I can't go on pretending to be some awesomely amazing fantastic witty gorgeous girl. I'm none of that, what was I thinking? Sure, I'm just a pretty face. And guys just want to fuck me.
Awesome.
What the hell am I trying to say?
I don't know.
This is what I'm doing on the weekends.
Fuck you and good night.