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Desperation also includes cropping a group shot of you and me imagining of a future that will never be.
I tried not to be nasty, but it seems as if I only have two extremes: to be a complete bitch or to be a complete sweetheart whom you just can't help but like. I also don't want to be presumptuous, but there comes a time when denial stares you in the face like school on a Monday.
There are just too many hints thrown at your face that your intelligence feels insulted because he thinks you apparently ~do not get it~ when you're happily attached, to SOMEONE ELSE.
Sometimes being dense has its privileges because then you can claim ignorance to the signs around you. You would think having a boyfriend buys you some sort of immunity against random guys who try to hit you up, but no, the sg breed is kind of resistant against that strain. Did I just make scientific sense?
The reason why I'm feeling so fervently about this again is because the number of hits has significantly increased since I've become happier due to the absence of worry, thus I suppose I seem brighter to the world and boys find that more appealing than my bitchface.
That was a bad sentence structure but idgaf ('I don't give a fuck' to the uninitiated) since I'm all tired out from traipsing around Chinesetown today looking for fabric. On the up side, I have completed my fabric shopping, gone to the tailor's, and made a pouch for my new ~*iPod Touch*~ that I will write about another time.
Hint: It was given to me as a 21st birthday present from a guy
Double hint: He's not creepy
Triple hint: His name starts with a Cor and ends with a lin.
Answer: I LOVE YOU KORKOR! ^_^
How's that for subtle?