I’m such an optimistic person.
Okay, that’s a big fat lie!
So, I’m not the most optimistic person in the world, but I shouldn’t be so fuming about this whole thing.
Really, if he’s seeing someone else shame on him! I’m so worth it.
Shame on her too, cause eventually I think he ran into her because she was way easier than me. But I’m not here to talk shit about her, it would be comforting though.
What makes me really angry is that I don’t know why in hell he chose to be with her not me. He was so into me, can you explain me what the fuck?
And I don’t want to wait, oh fuck. Why people around me have to be so optimistic? Like saying that her boyfriend was involved with five other girls – yes, at the same time – before her.
Is not that I’m in love, is merely as Emilie Autumn said: “I just wanted a hand to pour my heart into.”
The fact is: I want to be special, but I don’t believe myself as special.
What do I do?
Singing really loud,
~Vanny
Ps: Misery Loves Company by Emilie Autumn is THE theme song, ever.
