I think that one of the many downsides to my personality is that it often times leaves me feeling like an asshole. Needless to say, I feel like an asshole right now.
Who in his/her right mind would endow a person with feelings sarcasm?
It’s so difficult to stop staring at something once it’s been pointed out to you.
Whenever I’m doing my laundry at night, I always feel like a cloaked stranger will mysteriously appear and shoot me—leaving me lifeless and my dirty laundry unguarded for the world to dig through.
Not to mention my unmentionables.
My three year old nephew is the only boy for me. He sees me when I’m sad and notices my tears and his simple hug makes me feel better.
If some bimbo whore breaks his heart later on down the road then I swear I will choke a bitch.