If there was ever a day to blog, to rant, to write about meaningless subjects that will hold no meaning to my life in five years--today would be that day. My life really is devastatingly unfortunate now. I officially live in a trashy teen novel or else--some sort of...bad romantic comedy. And, yes, this sounds satisfactory, but really? No. It's mostly just annoying.
And you know what else is annoying?
Being nice.
I mean, if I was mean I would just do what I want. But see, I like my roommate and I get really protective over my friends and I am not going to date a boy who she has feelings for. I just won't.
I assume you would like some back-up, that is the few who are reading this. And by few I mean like...one. Or two. Everything will be up-front in time.
Time.
Meanwhile, Sandy is singing about being "hopelessly devoted" on the TV. I think I might stab myself with whatever nearby object will do the trick.
Eh. Die cheesy musicals.
So there's this person. And he likes my roommate. A lot. I tried, but I like him...as well. I knew that my roommate (her name is Kelsey, I know. It's bizarre) liked someone else, but she also likes this...person.
AND I WON'T BE THAT GIRL. I WON'T. I WON'T. I WON'T.
BUT AT THE SAME TIME....EH. I WANT TO SO BAD.
And I told her, "Go for it."
But that effing sucks, kind of. But I want her to be happy because I'm a GOOD person. Gah.
I cannot write about this. BE BACK LATER. <3
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