I'm sick of being friend-zoned. I'm sick of looking around and seeing everyone else get paired up. I'm sick of being over looked by men. I want someone to want me. I don't really want to be friends.
I feel like I'm alone on Noah's Ark. Even the flipping mice have partners and I'm alone. Well I'm sick of it. I write crappy metaphors, but Christmas always brings this out in me. I spend Christmas with my best friend's family (as I do every single holiday, every year) and every time I end up feeling like Charlie Bucket standing outside of a candy shop, wanting the same candy every single damn other kid is eating, but I can't have any. And I'm the only one who can't. Everyone else can have all the f-ing candy they want, but I'm just standing there, smelling the smell, seeing people eat, slowly starving to death. Well I'm done. Charlie found a dollar, bought a candy bar and wound up with the whole flipping factory. I'll settle for the dollar so I can enjoy the one piece of candy.