Just me being me and all the things I see.
I see these people all the time in relationships and I have to say I’m jealous of what they have. Hand holding as they walk in front of me as I walk alone. Kissing at midnight on New Year’s as I stand there watching with an envious stare as I shove delicious haters cake in my mouth. Fuck Valentine’s Day but the day after is awesome….half price candy so I can cover up my body with a new layer of sadness, heartache and pain.
Everyone says” be patient girl…..he’ll come along when ever you lease expected…..Keep your head up boo, he’ll find you…….Why you worried about finding a man anyway? All they do is break yo hart anyway?……If you was a Christian God would send you a husband……Are you sure you’re not gay?……Maybe you’re too picky. Fat girls can’t be too picky about men, you take what you can get.” I hate the words that come out of there mouths and I want so badly to shove them back from where they came.