I've fallen in love with Reeve Carney's music. I want the sweet, romantic, slightly-obsessive love that he sings about. Sadly, I can't seem to find it. Anyone got a map, or a street address where I can find it?
I only seem to attract the worst in society. The males that I've been entangled with in the past, with the exception of one, have all been utterly in love with themselves and only themselves. To them, I've been an accessory. It's always been what can they get out of me for as little effort as possible put forth on their part. Is it any wonder why my love life is in shambles when it exists and never exists for very long before disappearing for long periods of time? They've made me as jaded as I am. Why bother wanting to believe when it's just a canned line? Why bother investing emotionally when they refuse to extend you the same courtesy?
The more I hear, the less I believe. If a guy were to bother to get to know me, he'd realize that I'm not like all of the other girls that he's been able to manipulate. If he knew me, he'd know to be straightforward and to just say what's worked in the past and what he thinks that every girl wants to hear. But they don't, so I get to hear all of the same stuff on repeat, like watching a movie I've seen a dozen times. All guys of that sucky caliber say the same stuff; it's so cliché and predictable. Everything plays out the same way as well. I wish that I could break the cycle, but all of the other kinds of guys, the ones that are decent human beings, end up being only my friends, refusing to see me as female.
So, I suppose my options are give up of die of asphyxiation from holding my breath for a decent mate who'd actually appreciate me for once. Lovely.
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