I lost my bestfriend, because she fucked me over. So now I have my mom, and my cat. And my few friends, who have boyfriends. And I don’t. & I think something is wrong with me. Do I have a penis growing on my forehead or am I seriously that unattratice? God I feel like the girl off of Awkward. Except I would have stayed having sex with Maddy. Anywho, back to my bitching and feeling sorry for myself.
I hate work. Making ice cream is the worst fucking job on earth, yet when I’m there, i forget everyyyything else and like my co workers, and like it. I dunno. Bipolarness is coming out I suppose.
Damn, I wonder if people actually read these rants people post, and laugh or feel sorry.
I’d love to have someone to talk too, to not feel like i’m being judged, because well you can’t even see me. But I promise I’m 100% the person I say I am. I ain’t about that fake shit. That’s creepy..
Why do I feel like I’m so emotionally damaged and I’ve put up so many walls, that no one wants to be with me? I’d rather think I have a penis growing on my forehead.
Gosh, I wish I was one of those sluts, that just sleep around with guys drunk, high or sober just for the fun of it. But I always catch feelings. Not that I’ve ever done that. But I always catch more feelings than the guy. Maybe I’m clingy? I dunno. I don’t shove my head up his ass and hangout with him everyday. I just want a fucking realtionship damnit.
There’s what, 7 continets on this earth, and I’m still single? Fuck it, I’m moving to England. Plus those accents are sexy as hell.