lies, all lies!
you always hear about how when you fall in love, you just *know*, and from then on everything kind of seems to work out, because true love is apparently that magical thing that just makes stuff happen like it should.
except that's all bullshit. yes, it's true, you know when you fall in love, and i don't mean crushing on some one. it's not as nice as they say it is. it's kind of like being hit by an invisible bus. you're walking down the street minding your own business and all of a sudden WHAM and life will never be the same again. if it was a real bus, you'd be dead or paraplegic or whatever, but since it's a metaphorical bus, all your injuries are invisible, except they hurt just as much if not more so than if they were real. falling in love is something you can't miss. there's no doubt in your mind. you're like shit, this is gonna be bad.
and just because it's true love and you know it and you can't find any way to get un-hit by the invisible bus, that doesn't mean it's not going to suck huge balls. because apparently, just loving someone wholeheartedly isn't enough anymore. apparently, it doesn't really even matter. because the bus might have missed them entirely. and whether you're a good person or kind or loyal or whatever shit you've got going for you, if they missed the fucking bus the first time around, chances are not too good that it's going to come back.
so yeah, here i am, a metaphorical paraplegic, completely incapacitated, three weeks and 22 hours since my best friend last spoke to me. i fell in love, it took me nine months to 'fess up to it, and as soon as i did they immediately start dating someone else and begin completely ignoring the fact that i even exist.
and this week is valentine's day. remind me to walk in front of a REAL bus.
she's not even that great. she doesn't like any of our friends, she wears Ugg knockoffs and gross clothes from urban outfitters paired with dyke jeans, and carries one of those gross quilted neon-colored vera bradley purses. and she plays guitar like a deb, except not even well, she only knows like three chords and she has no sense of rhythm and she's whiny.
fucking lesbians. fucking heterosexuals, too. you'd think being bi would widen the playing field, but honestly, everything just sucks more.
except that's all bullshit. yes, it's true, you know when you fall in love, and i don't mean crushing on some one. it's not as nice as they say it is. it's kind of like being hit by an invisible bus. you're walking down the street minding your own business and all of a sudden WHAM and life will never be the same again. if it was a real bus, you'd be dead or paraplegic or whatever, but since it's a metaphorical bus, all your injuries are invisible, except they hurt just as much if not more so than if they were real. falling in love is something you can't miss. there's no doubt in your mind. you're like shit, this is gonna be bad.
and just because it's true love and you know it and you can't find any way to get un-hit by the invisible bus, that doesn't mean it's not going to suck huge balls. because apparently, just loving someone wholeheartedly isn't enough anymore. apparently, it doesn't really even matter. because the bus might have missed them entirely. and whether you're a good person or kind or loyal or whatever shit you've got going for you, if they missed the fucking bus the first time around, chances are not too good that it's going to come back.
so yeah, here i am, a metaphorical paraplegic, completely incapacitated, three weeks and 22 hours since my best friend last spoke to me. i fell in love, it took me nine months to 'fess up to it, and as soon as i did they immediately start dating someone else and begin completely ignoring the fact that i even exist.
and this week is valentine's day. remind me to walk in front of a REAL bus.
she's not even that great. she doesn't like any of our friends, she wears Ugg knockoffs and gross clothes from urban outfitters paired with dyke jeans, and carries one of those gross quilted neon-colored vera bradley purses. and she plays guitar like a deb, except not even well, she only knows like three chords and she has no sense of rhythm and she's whiny.
fucking lesbians. fucking heterosexuals, too. you'd think being bi would widen the playing field, but honestly, everything just sucks more.