Well, At Least I Still Have My Books

I'm tired of Facebook.
Reading people's status'.

"I love my husband. Laying in his arms...best feeling EVERRRRR!!! XD"
*Picture of baby* "Isn't she so cute??"
"I'm so in love, it hurts."

Blah, blah, blah.

You know what??
I'm tired of people and their love.
And I'll go ahead and say that it is because I'm bitter and jealous.
I'm not even going to lie about it.

I'm jealous because every guy I date either has a pussy hidden away, is ready to get married before getting to know a person (which is crazy and desperate) or they're a big giant asshole that has no intentions of settling down with any girl and if he did; it wouldn't be me.

Sooooo frustrating.
I just want to be in love for a day.
Just one day.

I'm not even asking for a whole day.
Just the part that I don't sleep away.

So if any guy is out there and wants to fake love for a few hours; call me up.
I'm ready to fake crush on your ass.
It'll be a journey.
A love story that you'll wanna write about.
I'll bake you a cake.
I'll write you a cheesy song and sing it to you topless.
I'll buy you a puppy and name it after your favorite movie character.
We'll watch the sunset and make love outside under the stars with Bright Eyes playing in the background.
Whatever you wanna do; we'll do it.

This gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark.
That's right; I know Springsteen.
We'll sing that shit if you wanna.
I know how to belt it.

I'm taking applications now for love interest.

So...get on that.

The window is only open for the next.....year....or 2....5?



Alrighty. Take care. :D