Every couple of years, a senile brain wave goes off in my head and I fall for someone I have no business falling for. I knew what would happen before indulging. I know his type. But, for a split second, I thought, maybe this could be the exception to the rule.
Why in my infinite wisdom would I think I am any more special than anyone else? I am such a retard.
No surprises there.
There’s nothing worst than to have intense feelings for someone to the point where you want to spend all your free time with them, getting to know every hair follicle and every beauty mark (sounds obsessive uhh?) but then to have that person break your already fragile heart into a million little pieces with these five words ‘I don’t feel the same.’
Fuck, I slipped again. I could kick myself for being such a fool. These things only happen in movies. Turning the TV off!
If the earth could open up and swallow me 10 times, it would. Karma is indeed a nasty dutty bitch and if I could take back rejecting all those other guys for this one to like me, then I’d be a slut!
In the song, Power, Kanye said "I don't need your pussy bitch, i'm on my own dick" You know she said no, right? LOL
Rejection hurts and it sucks, big shriveled balls but I cant let that shit get me down, not when i have so much other things going on in my life. Yeh, I'm still playing hard with that coworker who is convinced that he can give me an asian baby. He aint even asian to begin with but who doesnt like a chase sometimes.
I have embraced my position that has been given to me. I’m Duckie from 'Pretty in Pink', Chris from 'Just Friends' and Dustin from 'My Best Friend’s Girl.' I am Tami’s ginormous ego, left in the Friendzone. I’m good enough to have the occasional non-committal relationship with, but not good enough to make official. A man is as faithful as his options.
I’m not cute enough, skinny enough, my belly isn’t flat enough, my shorts aren’t short enough, I don’t take enough swimsuit or underwear selfies and post on IG. I don’t wear enough fake hair and nails and my claim to fame aint that I’m a bad bitch.
I’m a good girl and good girls aint no fun. I’m just not enough.
I can never make him love me without being pretentious. It’s just too much work. I'm simple, what you see is what you get, a basic bitch, on a leash.
Enough with the anxiety and the mind fuck games I’m done.....I think.
Read this if you need help on How to escape the Friendzone
And in other unrelated news, I'm loving this chick right now Jhene Aiko - Comfort Inn Ending