i hate men!

that's it. i've made up my mind.

so insensitive. they think with their dicks. that makes them a wat, dickhead?

i wish i was gay. so that i wont feel the least bit attracted to them. why do i even like them in the first place?

why does any girl (and some guys) like them at all?

idunwannabewithanyguy.idunwannabewithanyguy.idunwannbewithanyguy.idunwannabewithanyguy.idunwannabewithanyguy!

but why do wake up extra early so that i won't miss the train that he always takes?

why do i even look forward to see him again?

why do i fell that tinge of green jealousy when i seem him take intimately to her?

argh! i hate having feelings. i hate the fact that i'm so complicated and complex.

why do i get my mood swings when i keep saying i dont give a flying fuck?

once again, i wish i was a non-living thing. like a rock maybe, or a tree.