It seems like everyone and their God damn mothers are falling in love (or infatuation) this month. I, on the other hand, am quietly biting my tongue in this situation but deep down inside I am dying. I keep on telling myself that one day, some man will find me attractive, funny, sarcastic asshole-y like (yes, it’s important for them to view me as a sarcastic asshole), talented (or at least pretend), and of course… nice and someone that he can bring home and introduce to his parents.
Sigh. Sometimes I’ll lay my head against the kitchen table in my small Parsons dorm and dream of this shit. I honestly can’t even BELIEVE I waste my time thinking about this bullshit.
But I guess I want to believe in this thing called “love”, and I want to believe that it IS possible for someone to like me.
Who am I kidding? Ugh.
