I've just noticed something about society. Blind I know, but it seems to me I end up alot of times comforting a friend of mine, and letting her cry/whimper on my shoulder about the guy "not liking her or if he does not telling her" and then begins a spiraling self-esteem pit of doom. It seems that the guy is ALWAYS expected to make the first move, or to do everything for the girl. There's always the flower game of "I NEVER get flowers" and when the girl finally gets flowers from a guy she goes "Oh he loooooves me" and then he's really probably buying the flowers to get her to shut the hell up about the flowers crap. I mean, there's gotta be some miscommunication along the way because there is something seriously wrong with society where the girls have to constantly insult themselves to be normal teenagers. It's wrong, the guy doesn't notice that a girl is a beautiful, smart, caring, hilarious, and wonderful person, and the girl assumes that she's worthless. And it always seems like the girl goes all heart-broken and starry-eyed while the guy must stay manly. I mean really WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with society that it conforms us to do this to ourselves? It can't be right can it? I mean, I know I've done the whole "I am not worthy" shait more often then not, but it's not fair to people who still have a chance. so if any guys actually read my goddamn blog PAY ATTENTION, if you get a girlfriend that you never deserve, be soo damn grateful. it is not right to hang a girl up like that. And also next thursday I intend to go watch a lacrosse game. and point and laugh. hehehe.
------Caustic Sarcasm
Why give up, why give in, it's not enough, it never is. So I will go on until the end. We've become desolate. It's not enough it, never is, but I will go on until the end. Surround me, it's easy, to follow part completely. I feel you creeping up again. It's over, no longer, I feel it growing colder. I knew this day would come to end. So let this life come to end. Why give up, why give in, it's not enough, it never is. So I will go on until the end. We've become desolate, it's not enough, never is, but I will go on until the end.
Friday, April 20, 2007
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4 comments:
one day, you will write a book, anna. you have some rather accurate things to say.
i want a boyfriend
and i complain a bunch, but i think you get used to it.
tat was an interesting blog u had going there
HEY!!!!!
keep my private life private!
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