Sunday_10pm
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More vented frustration I’m afraid. And yes, once again, the thrust of my resentment is directed towards girls, but if you want to join in, feel free to write about whatever form of twisted bitterness you’re feeling today - It's fun!
I am really starting to get pissed off with girls. Especially pretty ones. For the last couple of years of my life they’ve been taking me on an emotional rollercoaster, and I want out.
There is a rule: It says that the better looking a girl is on the outside, the more corrupted she’ll be on the inside. It’s true. They all get fucked up. It's ok when you're younger, but as soon as they realise what they have, they just throw their love away with carefree abandon.
But, as with so many rules there are exceptions. Unfortunately the few exceptional examples are hunted to extinction. I am tired of searching/waiting.
Actually I recently met a really cool, and absolutely gorgeous girl in Sydney, Australia. I liked everything about her. I thought she was really stylish, down to earth, even caring. And she was so beautiful. But in this case, I appear to be a victim of circumstances: I live in England, which puts about 8,000 miles of rock and shit and molten iron between us. You could call it a geographical complication, only on a planetary scale. Thank you God, thank you so bloody much! At least Faulty Towers was on today 🙂
I am really starting to get pissed off with girls. Especially pretty ones. For the last couple of years of my life they’ve been taking me on an emotional rollercoaster, and I want out.
There is a rule: It says that the better looking a girl is on the outside, the more corrupted she’ll be on the inside. It’s true. They all get fucked up. It's ok when you're younger, but as soon as they realise what they have, they just throw their love away with carefree abandon.
But, as with so many rules there are exceptions. Unfortunately the few exceptional examples are hunted to extinction. I am tired of searching/waiting.
Actually I recently met a really cool, and absolutely gorgeous girl in Sydney, Australia. I liked everything about her. I thought she was really stylish, down to earth, even caring. And she was so beautiful. But in this case, I appear to be a victim of circumstances: I live in England, which puts about 8,000 miles of rock and shit and molten iron between us. You could call it a geographical complication, only on a planetary scale. Thank you God, thank you so bloody much! At least Faulty Towers was on today 🙂
