Future soul forgive this mess You waste twenty years And wind up alone, demented
Self. You are the biggest. fucking. emotional. GIRL. idiot.
Are you crying a bit?
Self, are you?
Just a bit?
Just a bit then.
GOD YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID.
Just because your day wasn't filled with snogs and cuddle orgies, doesn't mean it was bad.
I know, but I just had a terrible time! It felt so...melancholy. The world conspires to bring me naught but PAIN AND SUFFERING.
Now, you know that's just not true.
But it is! I swear.
Think of it this way: even though a cute guy didn't snog your face off, you got tonnes of hugs. Hugs are good. People sympathize with you, and you have this brilliant group of friends and/or random guys who are willing to give you a hug and ask you why your day sucked so much. You have support! That's a start. You have really nice guy friends who however thick they are, are genuinely concerned for your happiness. And you have really nice guy friends who are sensitive, and pretty, and empathetic. And you have random guys in your grade who go up to you and your girlfriends in the train station, accept a big hug even when you both acknowledge you barely know each other, and ask you why your day was so bloody bad, and talk about it.
You're right. But it doesn't mean I'm hurt that he doesn't have any notion of consistency/concern for your feelings.
So? Get over it. Men shouldn't have such power over you.
Oh, fuck you.
I'll make you oatmeal.
Oh. Thanks.
Not at all. But next time you have a conversation with yourself on how your life is like a cliché girl song, don't post it on livejournal.
Are you crying a bit?
Self, are you?
Just a bit?
Just a bit then.
GOD YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID.
Just because your day wasn't filled with snogs and cuddle orgies, doesn't mean it was bad.
I know, but I just had a terrible time! It felt so...melancholy. The world conspires to bring me naught but PAIN AND SUFFERING.
Now, you know that's just not true.
But it is! I swear.
Think of it this way: even though a cute guy didn't snog your face off, you got tonnes of hugs. Hugs are good. People sympathize with you, and you have this brilliant group of friends and/or random guys who are willing to give you a hug and ask you why your day sucked so much. You have support! That's a start. You have really nice guy friends who however thick they are, are genuinely concerned for your happiness. And you have really nice guy friends who are sensitive, and pretty, and empathetic. And you have random guys in your grade who go up to you and your girlfriends in the train station, accept a big hug even when you both acknowledge you barely know each other, and ask you why your day was so bloody bad, and talk about it.
You're right. But it doesn't mean I'm hurt that he doesn't have any notion of consistency/concern for your feelings.
So? Get over it. Men shouldn't have such power over you.
Oh, fuck you.
I'll make you oatmeal.
Oh. Thanks.
Not at all. But next time you have a conversation with yourself on how your life is like a cliché girl song, don't post it on livejournal.