Well, maybe I have an idea.

I feel like a real idiot right now; I'm going to have to send an apology text tomorrow in order to save face.

I really, really don't like feeling like I'm just eye candy, something for everyone to look at. Maybe I do bring it on myself a bit, making such a fuss over my appearance all the time, but damn it, I do like to think there's at least a little actual substance to me, too.

If you don't appreciate something amazing when it's in front of you, then you, sir, are an idiot. The sentiment means nothing when it's all just words with nothing to show for any of it.

Why does this annoy me as much as it does? As I told Rob tonight, I'm not even single or interested in anyone else and I'm still having to put up with boys and their poop. You'd think it would get easier as you get older. You'd think that once you were taken, you wouldn't have to deal with it. But no, you still do. There are mixed messages and letdowns and string-alongs, even in mere friendships. I'm left wondering why I thought so highly of this in the first place. Clearly, I've been misled.

The one who never was...and never will be. And for once, I'm kinda glad.

Feeling wild? Move up & down last time i screwed it up but next time i'll get it right