The Girl With No Face

I’m attempting to adapt to the world.
i’m hoping not to lose myself in the process!

yes my friends. I discovered that when it comes to us girls, there are two catagories: malat la5 aw malat zawaj. and this is only in the case that they like what you look like. so its like this, they see a girl, if they like how she looks or is remotely acceptable to look at, she’s in the “yes” category. the “yes” category splits into two subcategories, “fuckable” or “marriage material”.

yes my friends. we are objects. and thats what it comes down to.

for months i’ve been going over and over things in my head. Do i over analyze? Do i over-”feel”? do i over react? do i? am i a drama queen??

the thing is, i CAN’T always be wrong, can I?

so today I was watching this movie “little black book” and this chick, stacy, said “Omission Is Betrayal!”

and dear god, i have never heard truer words!

my whole tragic fucking story is explained in THREE LITTLE WORDS. and no, the words are NOT “i love you”. the words are: Omission is Betrayal.

i completely have the right to be pissed. i completely have the right to feel betrayed. i completely have the right to be shitty about it.

here are other three words that make sense to me: PEOPLE ARE SHITTY!!!

fuck everyone who plays mind games..
fuck everyone who plays mind games just for the fuck of it..
fuck everyone who ever fucking fucked with my mind just because I’m nice..

fuck you fuckers

so I’m like a freak of nature. i tend to be happier to wake up early when there is rain and cloud and the whether to me is so fucking romantic.

so here’s what i’ve noticed. when i get my car washed, the second it’s clean, it starts raining!!

so basically, getting my car cleaned is like doing some sort of Native American Rain Dance.

with me so far?

so i miss the rain.

so i’ve decided to get my car cleaned today. hahahah .. lets test out this lovely theory.