Why things are awkward between me and 810H4Z4RD
although I immediately felt he was a sort of prince charming, I’ve learnt that instinct can actually fail.
I still think he’s that kind of man: he’s handsome, smart, awesomely talented, and silly if he wants to.
but I’m damn stubborn, and I tend not to tollerate rejects.
this is why things are very awkward between us.
we could be friends if I weren’t this stupid and cynical, and if he wasn’t this presumptuous too. I mean you don’t have to try to convince me you’re smarter than me, to tell me you don’t like me.
I just wished to be loved – actually I thought I was, and my beloved was this stupidnerdsexy Ken.
as Björk sings: “how could I be so immature to think he could replace the missing elements in me? how extremely lazy of me.”
we should stay friends and nothing more.
even if I have to confess, I’ve dreamt many many many times of spending a lifetime with him.
however he won’t even read this bullshit, so I’m just wasting my time. big boys don’t want to waste their time messing with bimbo girls like me, right? right.
well, it’s almost midnight here in Italy. and Italian bimbo girls feel like fucking right now.
no one telling me what to do or what not to do, I just want to have FUN with people who really appreciate me.
