Truth.

So I was Facebook stalking an ex the other day (What’s new) and noticed some UFP, unidentified flirty posts. I immediately clicked on the girl who was leaving the flirty post to get a serious LOL. I don’t like to brag but I do like to think it’s not bragging if you can back it up. I’m a pretty girl. Never have had problems getting a guy I want but truth be told I’ve never been head over heels in love with a guy. I like to have guys that I can constantly talk to and not feel bad if I don’t text them back for a while, and by a while I mean like three months. It keeps my confidence up. But lately I have been super into myself. I’ve started even thinking of myself as a trophy wife when I’m not even married.

I just don’t understand how my Ex could stoop so low. She must have a good personality. But no good personality could out weigh that face. Maybe he is just really depressed over losing me. In that case, I understand. I feel like she should have had a little more grieving time over me though. Like when that girls spouse dies in Dances With Wolves and she’s not allowed to look at guys for like five years. She should still be wearing all black for at least another two years. He knows I am the best thing that has ever happened to him.

In other news some boy told me he “Didn’t have feelings for me.” Another serious LOL. People are killing me these days.

I am sorry about this post. I’m just in a bad mood and it will probably be deleted in a few days.

I’ve got a sick obsession. 

Kiddenz!

So I have a little problem, I am super good at getting guys and I can keep them too, I just get bored really easily.

I recently taked to a guy for about three months. My parents loved him, my sister loved him and my brother loved him, and that is a big deal. He was essentially the perfect guy. He took me out where ever I wanted to go, bought me pretty things and would do anything for me at the drop of at hat. So things were going great, then I broke things off…

You can ask me why I did that, truth be told I don’t know. You can aslo say “It’s because I’m scared of commitment.” and you might be right, but I have a little better reasoning. Number one: I’m seriously HOT. It is going to take a little more then being the “nicest guy ever” or really funny to be ” the one.” I honestly don’t think anyone will ever be superior enough. Which is why I will end up as your everyday cat lady who names and loves every furry feline as if I actually birthed them myself. Which is totally okay is this one situation, right?

Another reason I think that I did this is because I like to be unpredictable. We were hanging out having a great time and the next day I dumped him, and he never saw it coming. I always do it in a really nice way, of course, so that when he looks back at our time together he just remembers the sweet girl that I am. Later on in life he might even question how he got someone as good as me and how can someone be so perfect. The answer is: I don’t know, I really am too go to be true. I’m seriously great at the whole breaking up thing too, and whoever says the “It’s not you it’s me” thing doesn’t work, is lying. If you’re having trouble just give me a call and if I kind of sound like you I’ll even call him and do it myself pretending I’m you.

The third reason is because I like the single life. Yeah, every other pop artist and I are enjoying our “single and ready to mingle” life style. I like having that line of boys wanting to hang out and take me to dinner and a movie. This way you don’t have to feel bad about going on dates everyday because a different guy is paying for it every time. I’m not ready to throw in my towel, to finish the race, to wave the white flag, I am young, and I’m going to live it up while I still have the chance, because my cats are going to be depending on my later on in life.

Everyone has their persona. You have the smart girls, the girls who will steal your boyfriend and they girl that could kill you. Sometimes I am a little confused on my persona. I feel like I am not a defiant member of any actually. One day I’m in my polo with my rainbows and monogramed earrings then the next day I’m wearing  a leather jacket with acid wash jeans and boots the next day. 

When I was a young I wouldn’t wear pants because I thought they were for boys. My mother put bows in my hair that were bigger then my head and my grandma smocked every outfit I owned. I was the epitome of a princess. Not to say that I’m not anymore, because I am, but I have a hidden side to me. Secretly I want tattoos cover my whole body and I want to quit taking showers and start smoking cigaretts all the time. It’s an internal battle I’ve struggled with for a few years now. Everyday I go to ballet class fifteen minutes early with my perfect bun and never forget to bring my legwarmers and skirt but as soon as I get back I turn on my rock n’ roll music and rock it like I was born without a heart. My two idols are Allison Mosshart and Jackie Kennedy. I’m confused. I need counseling or something.

I’m not one to re-blog but this is my blog for the day. Very moving and pretty much sums up my feelings.

If I could be anyone for a day it would be Lana Del Rey.