WARNING
this is a bitchfit blog, something that rarely happens in the internet world or real life.
if you don't want to hear me lament in slightly poetic form,
FUCK OFF.
it is also rhetorical, and a combination of many people.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)i hate being me. i hate how i am, how others view me, and how i react to it.
i hate being the best friend, your buddys chick friend, the sister, the driver, the hella hot girl he found on myspace.
i hate being introduced as a friend and only a friend.
i hate being introduced as "yeah, she's my hot friend...yeahhhh THAT one"
i hate being nice. i hate being agreeable. i hate being easy going.
i am pleaseable. i am shareable. i am fuckable.
but i am not DATEable.
i am the one you would choose if you were ready to settle down.
number one on the list if there was a list.
the most amazing, coolest girl ever. EVER.
i am perfect.
i have the perfect qualities in a future wife.
I am attractive. gorgeous. beautiful from every aspect.
and i am fucking SINGLE.
i pay for my own shit. i split the check. i don't complain.
im down for anything, any time, with anyone.
and here i am, AVAILABLE.
im good for a one night stand, a threesome, a lesbian trial experiment.
and i'd be a damn good girlfriend if you were looking for one.
i'm the one that you'd leave your girlfriend for if you didn't love her.
i'm the one you want to mess around with while your fighting with her.
i'm the one you come to when things don't work out with her.
I'm the one that puts you back together.
I'm the one that's consistent. resiliant. a neverending bounceback while you go have fun.
i'm here.
and i'm alone.
and no one can fucking tell me why.
he wont bring my movies over that i left there...
he keeps pushing it off... and rescheduling...
all of a sudden he has a life...
you start school soon...
i miss you...