I just know I will. A mad old lady, who never lost her virginity, living with twelve cats in a tiny cottage somewhere. I'm never going to be kissed, have sex or get married. No boy is ever going to like me. (This is all if I don't crumble away first from desperate longing and unrequited love). What makes this even lamer is that I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic - I can genuinely see this happening. The stones of the path of the future are already cemented, and I am powerless to stop it. :( The signs are already there and so clear - I'm almost 18 and haven't even touched a boy. How pathetic is that! Wish I could just enchant a boy to like me. It's never gonna happen otherwise. Anyone else feel like this ... probably not :S | |||
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I'm going to end up a mad old cat lady...
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