I'm a Wishful Thinker With the Worst Intentions

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New York, United States
I'm a student, a sister, a daughter, a mentor, a friend, a lover, an enemy and your partner in crime. I love life, live it to the fullest, and am generally as satisfied as one insatiable girl can be.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

You must not know bout me...

[my music: Ohio is for Lovers ~ Hawthorne Heights]

I love that some people in my life will never ever even come close to understanding what it is that they do to me. For a long time in my mind there has been one male friend that I had in RoCo that meant a lot to me. But no matter how hard I tried to be there, and gain the type of friendship that I saw that he and I could have, I never meant the same to him. I was never anything to him. He always chose the stupid immature asshole friends that were always obviously behind him. In the meantime he was never able to share so many stories with them for fear of ridicule or whatever his reasons were, so where did he go? He came to me. We had this connection and incredible trust between us especially during the fall of 2005 when both of us ended relationships. My relationship was obviously more of a severe break up, but we were always there for each other. So on a night like this, I can only wonder why I was never worth defending against the slanderous mouths of disgusting individuals? I expected more. Perhaps to much, but at least an honest effort to stop the drunken blabbering of slobs I think is understandable. Men will never understand what it is to not be high school slobs anymore.
So many men hang on to their glory years with white, tired and bleeding nuckles. The two of you are juniors in college for christ's sake. Guys complain about the demands placed on them by girls the same age, and women are never satisfied. Well maybe if guys acted their age as opposed to continuing to act like the scrawny underdeveloped 9th graders just discovering alcohol and boobies, the world would be much easier and women would not have to seek older men. The only reason why guys at the age of 20 are still dating high school students is because they understand the fact that their female counterparts will not waste their time or energy to actually take a second look. The guys that walk around with their tight fitting tees that show off how tiny their frame is, with large clearly metrosexual aviators, fitted jeans and sporting this unnecessary and obviously misplaced arrogance, thinking that they can get whatever they want from whomever. Newsflash baby. A girl may try you out, realize how underdeveloped you are, and leave you like a pair of last season's abercrombie jeans. Then we have the oversized guys that think because they are in college, they are automatically the coolest guy to ever walk the face of the planet, and the only thing that is comparable to the size of their rather humorous ego is the size of his gut covered in awkward patches of hair. I have two words for these guys: false advertising. There is seriously no reason for you to be arrogant. You are neither goodlooking, nor do you have the personality, nor do you have the brain to back up any particle of arrogance that is normally allowed to a human being. You are undeserving of the respect of any female, you are undeserving of the trust, heart and body of any female. And most of all you are undeserving of many of the opportunities that you have been given because of the mere fact that you take everything in you life from your ability to buy certain clothes, your chance to go to college, and so many other tiny things that you have taken for granted.
I hope that now two slobs realize what assholes they have been and that I am not like other girls that have come in and out of their meaningless lives. You have always treated girls like they would never fight back because you have only dealt with the weak girls who fuel the fire that keeps your head infated. But tonight you decided ot mess with the one girl that is ready to come through with a chainsaw to rip that balloon head down.
Still... as for a certain friend whom I wanted to keep. Give me a reason to believe you...

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