ATTENTION, ALL MEN:

To all MEN: (or in this case, dicky boyfriend)
Must you always insist on being actual dicks? I don't understand your motives, nor the point.
And yes, it is probably true, we, let's face it, shouldn't brood over you or over-think things until our brain can no longer function, but can you really blame us? Oh, no, of course not. Nothing is ever your fault. I just want it all to be okay again. At least pretend like you still give a flying fuck? You are all bloody incapable of seeing anything that you start through, whether this be an argument, the washing up or the god damn relationship YOU wanted in the first place. You all seem so bonered that you managed to get a girlfriend, that you simply forget about making the effort, giving a shit, making it last, making it normal. So much for hunny moon period. I've hardly seen you. And yes, I'll admit, I am whipped. So fucking whipped, I could be cream. But oh, don't you worry 'babe', I'll sit and look pretty on top of your fat fucking ice cream sundae while you continue to live your life and decide to talk to me on your own terms. I have already come to terms with the fact that you seem to miss the point of being in a relationship, as have I, also come to terms with the fact, that despite the endless amounts of romantic comedies I depress myself with, that no man is or will ever be, PERFECT. None of you sorry ass pretty boys are perfect, you, father, are also not perfect, white men you are not perfect, black men you're not perfect, asian men you certaintly aren't perfect, nor will you fat, skinny, posh, common, whipped, asshole men ever be close to perfect. But still. I shall continue to brood, wait for your text, wait for the next rare privalege of sitting in your shitty room, hoping that one day, we'll be good enough to go out in public. Waiting for the day, that ALL MEN, realise that they are not the only beings on this fucking planet and sometimes, it would be lovely to hear you say, "BABE, let's go out today, do something" and end the evening in your arms instead of being waved goodbye while you comfort another girl. Theoretically, of course. BLEURGH. I hate you all. Just seriously men, take the hint from the ones whom have had to deal with your shit everyday of our lives. Sort your bloody lives out.
From,
"AngryBitchOnTheOtherEndOfThePhoneWaitingForYouToStepUpAndBeA
RealFuckingGentlemanInsteadOfPushingMeInTheDeepEnd
AndWatchingMeDrown"

Miley, you have a point..

"Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn"

Allow MEN. Really. Do I really need to justify this statement?
Get off your arse boyfriend and show me the thorns are worth it. Yeah?

whip? fuck off.

I never thought i'd feel like this about him.


Ever.