this is why i can't have nice things.
things with the boy went down south so quickly, i didn't even have time to put on an oxygen mask.
or maybe they're still dying down. i can't tell. all i know is that once the rough waters start rolling in, i want nothing more than to abandon ship. here i go, mixing transportation metaphors for my relationship woes.
here's the thing: i don't mind being someone's fuck buddy if that's what it is. i would just appreciate if a guy was open and honest about what he wants out of you from the get go. if all he wanted was some girl to text at 3 or 4 in the morning to come over and blow him, i would have gladly been that. but don't go inviting me over to "see me" and tell me you like me and calling me cute and talking about the future when you know all you want out of me is a fuck.
and i could have done so much better. there goes two months of my life and butterflies i will never get back.
so now, i'm back to the single life. no one to care for, no one to pine for, no one to wait for.
so. desperately. alone.
i love being single, i do. it's just so tedious sometimes. maybe it's the weather, maybe it's just this stupid holiday season. i love the holidays but they always make me feel so much lonelier than i realize.
oh what the fuck am i saying? the holidays should be about short dresses and high heels with your legs clad in lacy tights and wool jackets while you clutch a bottle of champagne. soothe my sadness with bubbles and alcohol please. i want icy cold cheeks and hot mouths pressed against mine and i fully intend on fulfilling my every wish this christmas season.
or maybe they're still dying down. i can't tell. all i know is that once the rough waters start rolling in, i want nothing more than to abandon ship. here i go, mixing transportation metaphors for my relationship woes.
here's the thing: i don't mind being someone's fuck buddy if that's what it is. i would just appreciate if a guy was open and honest about what he wants out of you from the get go. if all he wanted was some girl to text at 3 or 4 in the morning to come over and blow him, i would have gladly been that. but don't go inviting me over to "see me" and tell me you like me and calling me cute and talking about the future when you know all you want out of me is a fuck.
and i could have done so much better. there goes two months of my life and butterflies i will never get back.
so now, i'm back to the single life. no one to care for, no one to pine for, no one to wait for.
so. desperately. alone.
i love being single, i do. it's just so tedious sometimes. maybe it's the weather, maybe it's just this stupid holiday season. i love the holidays but they always make me feel so much lonelier than i realize.
oh what the fuck am i saying? the holidays should be about short dresses and high heels with your legs clad in lacy tights and wool jackets while you clutch a bottle of champagne. soothe my sadness with bubbles and alcohol please. i want icy cold cheeks and hot mouths pressed against mine and i fully intend on fulfilling my every wish this christmas season.