I just reread the text messages from me and Africa a couple posts back. Wow the fuck was I thinking. I did completely bitch out. Fuck that. Telling someone you made out isn't that big of a problem, and I made it seemed like I committed murder. That's just fucking embarrassing.
The worst part is knowing that's how I really felt. Wow shit I'm glad I told Jobro to slap me next time I ever do shit like that again.
She walked all over me as soon as she saw that I was really upset about it. Walked as in, she knew it was okay to be a little bit harder on me because i showed her that i cared so much about her. It was an unequal conversation. I should not have bent over backwards to please her.
That's giving someone the best of you. Fuck Foo Fighters, couldn't you just telepathically played the song in my head?
The f is wrong with me.
I need to list it out:
What I like About Africa
She's pretty when she wears her glasses
Her smile
Has tattoos
She's different and open minded
She's short
How she knows what she wants.. ( or else really act's like it. )
What I hate about Africa
lions. lol
Her vegan/animal rights ways
Her strong opinions
The way she laughs
How she's ugly
I could never introduce her to my friends
Her blatant arrogance that is unknown to her
How she can't realize things
How two faced she can be
How she isn't really "her"
She hides her emotions
She loves to hear what she wants to
How she cant follow a simple way to live
How she labels how to live life
How she can be ridiculously cold
How she fucks up my life
How "friendly" she is
How she loves "science"
-She just loves to hear people talk about stupid mindless shit that has no point or significance. Ex. Tangent and Brody's obsession with philosophy.
HOLY FUCK DID SHE DEACON EFFECT ME?
Why yes, i think she did. She likes you, but than hates you. because-- I'm stopping here this is way too much fucking trouble. Seriously. Look at that huge list of stuff i hate about you.
She doesn't like you. Especially not now. And you've tried and tried for months now. Let it die.
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