if i were to write the song

seeing people sucks. they expect too much. and i don’t have that much to give. i did for one person, but that was it. if i don’t feel that deep of a connection with you, how do you feel it with me? that’s just what i don’t really understand. i’m not giving you vibes that i want something more. in fact, i’m wheeling (unfortunately the worst lay of life and another guy who had a girlfriend. my life sucks) without your knowledge and i’m not feeling guilty.

that was when i knew. when i made out with someone else and i did not feel guilty. and i would do it again. oh wait, i will. more than once. this week. i’m convinced i’m a whore. and i’m convinced i’m okay with it. until i get an sti, then i probably won’t be. just jokes! sort of. but this anthony thing is killed.

i realized that he isn’t even my type. at all. i’m not into hockey players. i’m not into egos. and if you can’t make me laugh… well boy, you’re just shit out of luck, aren’t you? and all of his clinginess is just such a turnoff that i’m not even physically attracted to him anymore. and now that i even think about it, sex wasn’t that amazing. he talks a lot during it too. and he always needs me to stroke his ego. like are you kidding me? excuse me while i go vomit, angie’s model. and we can’t even have a conversation.

so no. i’m trying to make my point clear to him. but it’s not working. he’s not taking the hints. well he is, but then i become too nice. but still honest, telling him he’s coming off strong. and he’s still dodging my question if he wants something more. i really want him to say yes. so that i can say no and say maybe this whole thing should stop because we don’t want the same thing.

please oh please say yes.

 and i want to buy an algonquin tshirt. i don’t know why, but i have that urge. maybe i will tomorrow :) with my invisible money.

seeing people sucks. they expect too much. and i don’t have that much to give. i did for one person, but that was it. if i don’t feel that deep of a connection with you, how do you feel it with me? that’s just what i don’t really understand. i’m not giving you vibes that i want something more. in fact, i’m wheeling (unfortunately the worst lay of life and another guy who had a girlfriend. my life sucks) without your knowledge and i’m not feeling guilty.

that was when i knew. when i made out with someone else and i did not feel guilty. and i would do it again. oh wait, i will. more than once. this week. i’m convinced i’m a whore. and i’m convinced i’m okay with it. until i get an sti, then i probably won’t be. just jokes! sort of. but this anthony thing is killed.

i realized that he isn’t even my type. at all. i’m not into hockey players. i’m not into egos. and if you can’t make me laugh… well boy, you’re just shit out of luck, aren’t you? and all of his clinginess is just such a turnoff that i’m not even physically attracted to him anymore. and now that i even think about it, sex wasn’t that amazing. he talks a lot during it too. and he always needs me to stroke his ego. like are you kidding me? excuse me while i go vomit, angie’s model. and we can’t even have a conversation.

so no. i’m trying to make my point clear to him. but it’s not working. he’s not taking the hints. well he is, but then i become too nice. but still honest, telling him he’s coming off strong. and he’s still dodging my question if he wants something more. i really want him to say yes. so that i can say no and say maybe this whole thing should stop because we don’t want the same thing.

please oh please say yes.

 and i want to buy an algonquin tshirt. i don’t know why, but i have that urge. maybe i will tomorrow :) with my invisible money.