• To the Boys in my Life

    by  • February 11, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Frustration • 0 Comments

    What the actual fuck.


    I hate you for the way you make me feel. I thought we were friends but every she walks in the room, I don’t exist. Stop trying to prove a point. I’m not like her, I won’t giggle and let you win. I know that annoys you, and I don’t care. Grow up and stop being a jerk. If you don’t want me to be your friend, good, because you’re doing a good job of losing me.

    And you.

    Cheating on your girlfriend, seriously? Don’t lie to me ever again, you bastard. I hate you so much. You can’t use me like this, and if I’d known…

    And you.

    When I come to you with something private, I expect you to keep it that way. The way I felt is not “cute”, like you keep telling everyone, just because I’m a girl. Stop being so fucking patronizing.

    Tonight I tried to google “how to swear off guys and force yourself to become a lesbian”. Not as popular of a search as you would think.

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