He’s a senior.
Great, just fucking great. That means I have no chances. Not that I already did. My friends are telling me that it doesn’t narrow my chances, and that they’re going out with older people, but seriously.. They’re the people who get that chance, I’m not one of those people. I never have been. I’ve only been asked out by people I wasn’t interested in. I don’t know why I’m so bent over this if I don’t even know his name. I guess I imagined it. I felt like dying when I found out. Great way to end the week right?
This is the best example yet of why I’ll always be single. I know I look desperate, and right now, I honestly couldn’t give a fuck. Two weeks ago, I was talking to my friend, and he told me that I don’t try hard enough to be noticed and get attention. I mean, I dress nicely (atleast that’s what a lot of people tell me) and I’m not shy…But I don’t want to be an attention whore either. But apparently, that’s what everyone likes.
Too bad. I’ll keep complaining and whining and bitching to myself instead of being an attention whore to my friends. I’d actually rather die alone than be “that girl.”
