I remember when I would practice in the mirror trying to perfect my smile. I can say I’m almost there to getting it right and practice makes perfect 😀

I always find myself waiting, waiting for something that has a 75 percent chance of not happening. It’s one of my faults that I need to learn how to deal with. I also hate liars. At least have the decency to tell me all bets are off. Yes, there were signs but at least be a fucken man about it. Fuck you and I hope I see your face again, so I can fucken give you the death glare or maybe it’ll be that look of what you missed out on. And to think I was going to take a chance too… Fuck you.

I don’t know why I thought of this, but I thought about middle school and high school. I remember having these girls say that I was trying too hard, trying to wear makeup to make boys noticed me. Saying that I didn’t even know how to put on makeup and that they (these girls) didn’t want to know me as a friend or person. I remember at the time, I could careless because I didn’t even want to know them. I knew how they were and I am very glad I never knew them. I may not have the best life, but I would say that I turned out pretty damn well. And it’s true, some ducklings just take time to turn into the swan it’s meant to be.

It feels good to not care ~

you > him