It's so nice to know that everytime my heart desires something,the universe goes out of its way to make sure I don't get it. Every single time. That's just so amazing.
Whether it comes to boys, or items, or anything that makes my heart flutter, I can't have it. And if I do get it, I have to go through a quarter life crisis to get it.
In second grade, I liked this guy. He hated me. I went through all the trouble of trying to get him,and he hated me.
In third grade, I liked another guy. He was my best friend,and I liked him so much. He had a girlfriend.
In fourth grade,I liked this guy and he liked me back. We dated, until I learned that he didn't really like me like that,either.
In fifth grade,is where it started. That combination of venom and lust. I liked this guy,and my best friend at the time, flirted with him. Right. In. Front. Of. Me.
She threw him in my face. She taunted me with something I wanted first,and just took it away the way you would steal candy from a baby. It's cruel joke. The baby cries, and the thief just laughs and walks away with what was supposed to be my happiness.
Fifth grade is when I learned that jealousy is a language that I am fluent in. It's followed me from then until now.
Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. It just plot twists on you,but with a totally different story line. How? How?!
Things that look like fate. Things that have no choice but to work. Things that have a favorable outcome. Always changes, and I'm not having any of it, actually.
I'm so sick of it. It's so full of bullshit. Why me? For what? What the hell do you want from me,universe?
Whatever it is,you aren't getting it. This time, I'm getting my way for once.
