Number 2

One of the reasons I even made this blog is so that I can stop on bothering my friends about the annoying minute details I dwell on everyday.

Like for example, Mk lying to my face that his battery is off, when he's a-hiding in the other room, texting possibly his girlfriend. The number 1.


I'm not even number 2.


I'm just someone. I'm like Female1. Just some "fantastic" girl that he makes out with. In his perception, I'm a slut of some sort. He thinks I do this boy-ing around for fun and I don't take it seriously.

Well, I'm a girl... and I'm human... and I totally like him. Gawd. I can say I'm infatuated by him, but we already made out. Does that count?



Rule#8 on L's how to be a good #2 guideline under the category "Dont Expect":
8. You deserve better.




And I do.

But I can wait. Whatever. What will happen will happen. I'm just in a fucking rut right now.



I WANT TO JUST GIVE UP ON BOYS!


I am letting this happen to me. Why? Because I can't find anyone out there I like to love me.