Such a Pretty Little Thing

“You think I haven’t noticed you ignoring me this week?”

For fucks’ sake. Yes, I’ve been fucking avoiding you.

Why the fuck wouldn’t I?

You like me, I tried it out, and I didn’t and don’t like you back.

So don’t get all messed up about it.

I’m just a girl.

We were never actually in a relationship.

You told me you liked me, and for two days we held hands. That’s it.

I’m not attracted to you, nor are you my type.

Fuck off.

Also sick of home, but that’s another story.

Anyways.

Yes, I’m at home. I’m not exactly as sick as I made myself out to be, but I honestly did not want to wake up this morning.

So I’m just sitting here, alone. And it’s pretty mother-fucking fun.

I like being alone, it’s a joy in life. I don’t have to worry about anyone fucking up my life while I’m alone. I can just think about my already fucked-up life.

I feel like I could do anything right now.

Maybe even take a walk later.

I feel like I’m gonna fix myself a motherfucking large sandwich, and grab some Dr. Pepper; and go watch a movie.

And hey, if I throw it up later, I’m sick right?

Anyways, I’m just going to enjoy being drama-free for a day. Going to take probably seven showers and do my hair the last time, then maybe try on clothes like a girly-girl.

Sounds fucking fun to me regardless.