I'm getting pretty tired of these attention seeking women. Seriously, I'm going to make a list of some of the ridiculous shit I've been getting lately, and present it as proof to whoever ends up with me as why I'm such a relationshipophobe.
I fucking hate winter, I really do.
I like living with my parents. Scratch that. I don't mind living with my parents. It's not great, but I don't have to give explanations unless I want to, I pay/take care of my clothing, food and cleaning, and I know it's good for them too, as they'd probably kill themselves or each other if I wasn't around. BUT, this panic and drama whenever my 35 yr old brother does something childish is getting old, and annoys me so much more than my silence whenever they come to talk to me about it, shows.
University is getting pretty much a snoozefest, most of my colleagues are turning out to be unbearable idiots, and I'm getting increasingly anti-social.
My birthday is coming up, I need to get a fucking plan to evade niceties on that day really fucking quick.
I don't know if it is just one thing, or all of the above, but I'm starting to get those idgaf anti-social vibes again. I've been considering turning off cell phones again, but I'll have to think of something else... I'm getting soft. That's what it is.
At least there's one thing keeping me sane: American Football. Bless that shit.
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