Sitting here, at the edge of my queen-sized bed, languishing in distress, occasionally picking up Bill Bryson's The History of Nearly Everything, and dropping it, and then checking Fridae and every other Gay Networking Website I know to look for possibilities, while my cute couple housemates humping each other next room.
Life's unfair. Just like what Kanye says. I am a nice person and with all the endowment all cute boys will want. Yet I am dating a round-face cutie who has stretch mark that prefer to be licked under dimmest light. And I suppose to love him?! I do not know how I subject myself to this torture. I am suppose to love him for more than 3 months to vindicate myself from the bitchy gossip spreading by the ex. Why do I ever subject myself to this insecurities?
Like I used to tell myself I am a trainwreck. Things will never change. I will end up pathetic of myself everytime.
I need to come out with an article about my grandma. How hard could it be? Very hard indeed.
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