I'm not satisfied with my life. I am always thinking of the future and what I would do, but never do. I'm going to quit my job tomorrow and go find my one true love. The boy who's misunderstood and who only I can decipher and understand him and his mysterious ways. I'll naturally make him fall deeply and madly in love with him. And then I'll leave him because that's how all moronic love stories these days are written. Then he'll chase my tail feather and I'll be too in love with myself to care about him and his pasty heart. Because let's be honest, what is love these days. It's just demeaned to foofoo words said on the spur of endorphins flaring.
Love is so grand.
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