I suppose... this can be considered a part of the challenge, but it’s more for me. Whatever.
GIRLS, The freakin root of all evil. Well not really. But the root of a lot of stress. Yes. I know. Girls shouldn’t be such a big deal. But they are and I have no control over that. They make me smile, cry, and stress. They give me butterflies and headaches. They’re part of the reason I sing and the reason I scream. They shouldn’t even be classified as the same species as boys. They are THE most confusing thing ever. Harder to figure out than a rubix cube. I never wanna deal with them. I don’t need a girl (right now). But they come along and make me fall for them. And sometimes you think you’ve found the one that makes all of your past stress and tears worthwhile. But you’re wrong. I fall fast and hard. But if I like you and stick around for awhile, you must be special. So don’t take my feelings for granted. Every girl says the same thing. “You’re not like other boys.”
Yes. I know that. Trust me, I do. You say it but I don’t think you actually know that. And they never stick around long enough to know for sure. They say they like me. But actions really do speak louder than words. So make the effort instead of always expecting me to. I’m willing to make the effort but not if I get none in return. I’m not a stupid guy. I’ve learned the game. I know how to play it too. But I never do because I care. So until I find a girl who can say the same, I’m just me. Single. There’s no us or we. No plural. PROVE ME WRONG.
So I’ve been single for about two days and a half now, and its going Okay. Not great, mind you, just ok. Don’t get me wrong I don’t want her back at all, its just that sometimes, mostly at night or when I’m walking along alone and I see couples I wish for someone there for me. Just to hold and to be able to talk to without any fear of what she will say. I think I just miss the companionship that exists there.
It mostly happens when I get back from being with friends that do have someone, thats when it hits the hardest. I don’t know, I guess just writing it down helps me to deal with it. This is me. This is who I am.
