that's it

that's it. he said he'd call, and it's been one week and where the fuck is he? somewhere. with his girl friends. with his bazillions of girl friends who look like sluts..just kidding. they're prettier, yeah, but come on..compared to me, they look like 30-year-olds with their full-face makeups they almost look like clowns; i mean, he gets discounts when he dates me -- 50% for under 12. i hate him. ass.

but seriously, i'm tired. no, exhausted, really. exhausted of waiting for mr.what'shisface to call my fucking ass up. exhausted of waiting for him to make the move, exhausted of thinking about what he thinks about me, of thinking about what i say to him should he call, of thinking about him, period. why the fuck are all men alike? first, they push, then, they leave. why the fuck do they think of women as toys?

and so i resolve never to trust men. ever. ok, rephrase: i will never trust cute men, because they lead to nowhere. and i promise myself to stay away from useless creatures with ugly facial hair who do nothing but watch tv and create havoc in the heart. (it fucking hurts.)

fuck you, mister! wait when i get prettier! haha. gosh, i sound so miserable.

anyways, may god delete all the cruel men in the world.

p.s. yes, ate magz, i mean him. it's his loss. haha.