"As a warning, I'd just like to say that this post was conceived from a threesome that was had by myself, anger, and that bitch bitterness. I don't rally know where I'm going with this, so bear with me.
I'm sooo sick of having my fuckin feelings hurt. It's like I'm just a tarhge for that shit. It's like this beautiful man comes in on his white horse and his iron suit of armor, but in the end the iron turns out be aluminum foil.
In the beginning, you get all these "baby, I want to be with you forever" and "baby I will never hurt you" statements that aren't even worth shit.
To me it's like a used car salesman. He gels that hair back and puts on that brand new suit and coaxes you into buying a piece of shit car, and then when you drive it off the lot, the engine fails and the tranmission falls out!
And the part the sucks the most is, I'm always the one that holds up my end of the bargain. i'm always the one that communicates, shares emotions/feelings, take care of my significant other, etc. and I never get it back, and then my feelings are hurt.
Oh well, the freakum dress is comin out tonite.