Alright, I've had it. I'm tired of being almost certain about something, then one thing makes that idea fly out the window. STORY OF MY LIFE. Here's what gets me; I can be as real as Disney World about something, but somehow, something, the tiniest thing, sneaks up on me. How is this possible?
I guess where the truck always runs me over, and over, and over, and over, and back over, and over, oops missed my clavicle on that one, try it one more time, and over again... is with boys. Now if I'm not mistaking, I thought girls were supposed to be the difficult ones? LIES. I'm not one to go after any guy that happens to sneeze in my direction, I like to take the time to get to know them, see if its worth another text message or Facebook chat.
Basically here's the process known as my burmuda triangle:
Step 1: Run into a boy in an unusual place (always the best places)
Step 2: Boy keeps popping up everywhere, although you swear you've never seen him until you met for the first time (never fails)
Step 3: Casual conversation, lots of these things-------> :) (im really starting to hate those)
Step 4: The crushed becomes the crusher
Step 5: GUY IS IN A RELATIONSHIP THE NEXT DAY and they disappear completely.
Oh yeah, its such a great feeling when you get a good feeling about this guy. Then you get on Facebook when you're ready for another stupid smiley face, they have changed their relationship status. Never ever, ever, ever fails.
Now am I the only one who solves a lot of problems with music? Michael Jackson recorded a song in the 90's with his sis Janet called "Scream." The song may have a different meaning, but my interpretation at the moment is, people suck so much that they make you want to yell really really loud.
Yes, it happened again. Another kid made me feel all cheery and bursted my bubble by telling me, "I'm in a relationship." First of all, I didn't ask the guy out, hit on him or even flirt. Me: "I want to go to a theme park."
Stupid Person: "blah blah blah relationship blah blah blah i'm stupid blah dumb blah blah stomp on your hopes and dreams with my big stinky ugly shoes blah blah i'm cool blah blah you suck at life go jump off a cliff blah blah blah while you're at it go buy 76 cats blah blah blah blah blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." You wish I was exaggerating. Oh and don't forget, ":)" Like half a parentheses is supposed to make anyone feel better about feeling like an idoit. I'm not saying I get rejected a lot, because that's not the case. I'm just sick and tired of liking someone and then having it not go anywhere. I wanted to scream so loud when I got that text. Glass shattering screaming.
It's almost like the situation where you open up the pantry and grab yourself a box of cereal, and pour a bowl big enough to feed Peru. You can't wait for the first bite, nothing can compare to it, you even take a flake off the top for a quick sneak peek. But then you open the fridge and find there is no milk. Your life has officially been ruined. You can't get over the fact that your perfect meal isn't going to happen. You have to pour the bowl back into the box and wait. More waiting.
As if my life couldn't get anymore pathetic, that exact life ruining situation happened after receiving the text message of death.
So I sit here, hungry, holding in screams because my parents are sleeping.
"Kicking me down
I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks"
Sucks. Rhymes with ducks. I love ducks. Insted of 76 cats I'll get a duck. His name will be William and we will spend a lovely life together eating bread. I love bread.
