if anyone cares…
I finally, finally met a guy…
If you don’t use proper grammar while texting/talking to me, I can’t take you seriously. It makes me feel all uncomfortable.
I feel extremely stupid.
I thought that maybe this whole boy/male/flirting thing would maybe work out in my favor this one time, but of course I was wrong. Why on earth did I expect to actually get the guy I wanted? It never works out for me o;masf;dlkfj
Why does God curse me with such bad luck with guys? It’s like, I was born to repel them. Even when I actively pursue one, things never work out.
This is why I let myself consciously like anyone, ever. It takes forever for me to start liking someone, and then it takes forever for me to actually do something about it. I don’t like investing time and effort if the end product will be a failure, all the time. That’s why I stopped trying until now. But I’ll stop trying, yet again.
I suppose it’s time to go be a nun. Just call me, Sister Sara. I will be starring in the movie Sister Act III: Sara’s Bad Habit.
I can’t even read Fifty Shades of Grey or its predecessors again.
Not because of the sex and stuff, because believe me, I enjoyed that oh so much.
I just can’t handle the emotional shit dawg. Like, I don’t want to bust out crying like I did. You know what I mean? Real niggas don’t cry.
The struggle is real y’all.
I actually applaud JB for smoking weed (no surprise there, coming from me).
Clearly he gives no fucks, which is the right thing to do since he’s in the spotlight, you know?
Cut for Bieber? <—- Dumbest shit I have ever heard in my life. Just proves that his fanbase is not as intelligent as they think they are. They’re not even real fans if they don’t approve of one of his life choices. Plus, you can’t just sit there and joke about cutting with a clear conscience. If you do, you’re clearly a bad person.
That is all.
I like reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower out loud. I kind of imagine that I’m Charlie, you know?
Maybe it’s just me..
I need therapy. This is ridiculous…
I want to be chased. I don’t want to do the chasing.
boys guys understand that..
Fight for me. I’ve fought to keep so many people in my life already. I don’t want to have to fight to keep a guy in my life. I want to be fought for. Make me believe I need you. Show me.
What I’m trying to say, is if I don’t respond right away to attention, don’t give up on me. Keep fighting for me.
I’ve chased enough people already. It’s time for someone to chase me.
I hate when you’re reading a book and you look at the page numbers and realize you’re getting closer and closer to the end and don’t want to keep reading because you don’t want it to end but you must because you need to find out what happens.