Journal Writing.

Heart, make up your goddamn mind. It makes me look like a hypocritical whore.

Cutting Ties?

I'm a girl with a security blanket. I'm the girl that doesn't need you, but would want you. And you'd maybe want me, too. But right now, I'm burning some cards in my back pocket and cutting some ties. I really care about one person, yet I want more than that one person to want me. What the hell is that? I admire the security this person has. I admire his decisiveness, his open-mindedness, and especially his patience. Right now, he's good for me and no other person can compare.

Queen of Wishful Thinking.

Just so you know ladies, there are 2,174,605,518 men aged 15-64 in the world. Now let's just say half of them are married or taken. That's still one billion men that can open the door for you. One billion men that walk on the correct side of the road. One billion men that pick up the check before you realize it's on the table. One billion men who call or text you rather than Facebook you. One billion men that have the potential to follow through.

Call me a snob. Call me a bitch who is never satisfied. I don't care. I think highly of myself &I think we all should. We shouldn't entrust someone with our hearts if they don't even know what consideration is if it smacked them in the face. It's silly to waste precious time on these boys. We're not all perfect &if these boys dwell on these imperfections - they're not worth it. &If they have imperfections that you know you shouldn't be dealing with, let the poor boy go. "The guy that deserves you is the one that thinks he doesn't."