#andyouwonderwhyitaintworkingout
seriously … she’s yelling at you in line. in public. like you are a fucking child. humiliating you. ridiculing you. making you look like an ass. she does all of this because you chose the wrong line. how were you to know that the lady in front of you was going to use fifty five coupons and only half of them worked.
i’ve seen you before. i’ve spoke with you. you are intelligent. you are handsome. your personality makes my heart melt. you are seemingly an amazing man.
you chose her because she is beautiful. she is tall. she is skinny. she dresses attractively. but she is a disease. she is trash. i’ve talked to her. she is borderline retarded. she wants to be a reality tv star. nevermind that she has cheated on you, because she is what the media has created as an ideal woman.
you stand there and take her childish fits with your head bowed low. i feel sorry for you. pity you. in a way, you almost deserve it though. if you took into account that a woman should have a personality, you would see the beauty in her. you would fall in love with all the things that make her worth sticking around for.
see woman like me. we don’t do those things. we have more tolerance. we have fun. we don’t have a pool stick shoved up our asses which makes life easier to take. but we are not considered “beautiful” by societies standards. because i have a muffin top. i’m short. i don’t ooze sexuality, you pass me by.
so i’ll stand here and watch the train wreck you created. the one you live in. day in. day out. and after sometime you’ll realize that i was actually the better choice. sadly though when that day comes, i’ll be gone. lost. out of sight. like trying to catch wind, i’ll be gone.
come to think of it, your shallowness has made you an ugly creature already. so sad.
