Bollock!
I have ten minutes before the clock hits 2 in the morning. Better sleep rather than dozing off in the office. In this small hour, I am starting to feel bad how stupid guys on this Earth who do not know how to cherish a girl like me. I feel so bad so that I will be running amok on the street alone, buck naked, holding lethal weapon and start to chop everybody’s head. And then I’ll swim in a pool of blood and people will leash me with torturing belts and send me to asylum and give me Valium and I think Valium is all what I needed right now!
Why he doesn’t want to reply my text? Why he doesn’t want to pick up my call? Were my messages I sent him annoying? Were calls I made didn’t ring his brain?
Guys are so mysterious and moron it is even better to be a woman. At least, we have lactating breasts and pink nipples and cute faces and the qualities that most of you blokes chase after or maybe you don’t if you are gay or a man with the endocrine gland being pressed by a gigantic deadly cancer or a lad with a low sex drive because your spouse is ugly. What qualities does a man have? Fine-looking? Well-built torso? After shaved beards?
I don’t need those, bollock! What I need is a guy who could be the safety jacket when I’m drowning. Or a guy who knows how to pretend to be happy even though he’s not when he’s with me. Maybe it does sound selfish, but every woman is selfish. And it is even more selfish if the guy we choose is the guy who can be the safety jacket and have fine looking and possess well-built six-pack salivating body and have cute after shaved beards! What a combo eh?
And I have a minute more before 2 because I don’t want to spend my whole life weeping over a stupid good-for-nothing man! Please ignore my previous entry. The one with over the moon feeling. Cut that. Pretend that you never read that. And I’ll tell you when that entry will be valid again.
Soon maybe, after I found another cute guy that has the safety jacket characteristics with extra safety features.
It is two. Better go. Good night.
*I published this in the morning by the way. Thihihihi.
Why he doesn’t want to reply my text? Why he doesn’t want to pick up my call? Were my messages I sent him annoying? Were calls I made didn’t ring his brain?
Guys are so mysterious and moron it is even better to be a woman. At least, we have lactating breasts and pink nipples and cute faces and the qualities that most of you blokes chase after or maybe you don’t if you are gay or a man with the endocrine gland being pressed by a gigantic deadly cancer or a lad with a low sex drive because your spouse is ugly. What qualities does a man have? Fine-looking? Well-built torso? After shaved beards?
I don’t need those, bollock! What I need is a guy who could be the safety jacket when I’m drowning. Or a guy who knows how to pretend to be happy even though he’s not when he’s with me. Maybe it does sound selfish, but every woman is selfish. And it is even more selfish if the guy we choose is the guy who can be the safety jacket and have fine looking and possess well-built six-pack salivating body and have cute after shaved beards! What a combo eh?
And I have a minute more before 2 because I don’t want to spend my whole life weeping over a stupid good-for-nothing man! Please ignore my previous entry. The one with over the moon feeling. Cut that. Pretend that you never read that. And I’ll tell you when that entry will be valid again.
Soon maybe, after I found another cute guy that has the safety jacket characteristics with extra safety features.
It is two. Better go. Good night.
*I published this in the morning by the way. Thihihihi.
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