Everyone feast their eyes on my new boyfriend. hubba hubba.
No, not really. That’s just me with no make up.
Sure do make a hotter emo boy than an actual girl. go me.
Everyone feast their eyes on my new boyfriend. hubba hubba.
No, not really. That’s just me with no make up.
Sure do make a hotter emo boy than an actual girl. go me.
The reason why I choose to be single is the basic fact that I am so sick of the bullshit. I don’t blame all men, so let me clarify this. This only pin points the idiots I choose to get myself involved with NOT every guy I met:
I have NEVER cheated
I have NEVER lied
I have NEVER hid shit
You want to know what I do?
I do everything & anything for you. I tolerate your bullshit, listen to your bullshit, work around your bullshit and even spend my own money out of my pocket for your bullshit. I buy your things, take you places YOU like, watch and do the things YOU like, do whatever YOU say, fuck the way YOU want to fuck, do nice things for YOU, when you’re sick I take care of YOU, give YOU massages, cook YOU food and all that other fucking relationship jazz.
Yeah, I can admit I’ve probably kicked your ass at some point. WHY? Well I don’t know maybe it has something to with your cheating ass. Oh, and this also goes out to those assholes that used to physically abuse me: don’t think I won’t hit your ass back. If you think I’m a bitch, okay? You think you can get away with treating me like shit by being a dick? Trust me, most of the time I can be god awful and say the most horrid things that will make you cry like a little bitch.
Like yeah, I have my flaws. It’s obvious to anyone because no one is perfect. I have my temper, I have my insecurities & issues but at least I am honest and can admit up to my shit. I don’t sit there in denial and try to talk myself out of my troubles or blame someone else. I don’t get mad for no reason so if and when I do get mad at you, *ahem* you probably did something WRONG. Yeah, I have my mood swings too and can be hard to handle but let me tell you at least I can man up and apologize for my mistakes. I mean shit for once can you at least respect me, actually take the time to listen to my feelings for once along with taking them into consideration, & fuck do something nice for me. I mean please is it that hard to be NICE to your girlfriend? Christ, men can be such masochistic pigs.
Stop using me for my money, stop using me for my body, stop using me in general. I am not your fucking property and I am well aware to stand up for myself. I just want someone for once to actually make me feel something of worth. No, I must end up with fuckheads that obviously only care about themselves & enjoy walking all over me. Thanks.
I can’t believe I waste my time on complete fucking idiots.
Fin
FOREVER ALONE FTW!
Dear Russell Dean Bugas,
Your emotions write on your face like a book; i read them and follow along. Somedays are easier than others but i do know that with each face i learned to love them all. Even when you write about rainy days & snow storms. Or i have lucky days when i am able to bathe in your sun and enjoy the crisp air and i know when you’re happy it’s almost as innocent as childs laughter. You are not all just mixups and broken toys and with all that miles you show value in age. Don’t be afraid to let a little skin show and your pores breathe. Come out of hiding little one and play. Take my hand; i never want to lose you.
I love you.
Love Ashly Marie Osborne.