What happened to this fucked up generation? I mean, you can't even talk to a decent guy for forty-eight hours before they slip in the question for nudes. To be honest I've lost faith since the guys I like are either taken, "fuck boys", thousands of miles away, or famous - which can fall into the category of them not knowing I actually exsist.
But same goes for a lot girls. They're either only wanting money, attention, or just dating a guy to date a guy.
It's never for just love, the thing we all crave but then neglect.
Then again, if you do find that kind of love . . . The kind of that makes you stay up at night because you just can't take off that smile that seems to be permately glued on, or the kind that makes that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach occur; its called fake and promised to never last.
Although, theres always a catch to any relationship now-a-days.
Like it's always considered a cliche: bad boy - good girl, jock - nerd, ordinary - famous, rich - poor, strangers meeting each other at a public event, enemies falling for each other, best friends falling for each other - I mean we all know the list goes on because there's so many movies and books that sell us these scenerios that then are counted as 'normal' and to be expected.
But let's be honest, even I'm sick of those bullshit stories. The Notebook?The Last Song? Sleepless In Seattle? How about naming them, "Story That Will Give Your Hopes Up on True Love Because All of These Plots Are So Predictable Now That We Might as Well Put Them on The Hallmark Channel - Oh Wait Just Kidding We Need the Hopeless Romantics That Make Up Most of the World to Watch Them so We Make Money!" Would it be a long ass title? YES, but it would be speaking the truth wouldn't it?
It's obviously kind of hypocritcal for me to bash love stories like this considering I spend 99% of my free time on Netflix watching sappy movies, no matter how sick of them I am. Who could blame me? As women with hormones flooding through us we're drawn them.
Maybe it's just me whose fed up with the cliche plots and happy endings.
I mean, I've have three failed relationships, all lasting over four months, but all ending in a shit bowl.
First was a push over, second was a douche and the third only wanted to screw all the time. I can't find my Noah, a normal boy who doesn't just want sex.
God you probably see me as a complainer.
When I see myself as someone who just sees what is real and fake.
Even when it's so hard to tell the difference between real and fake anymore.
Cough, cough, fucked up!
It's bullshit.
