Yes, You are Hardheaded, Pal. But so am I.

You having a crush on me isn't going to make me stay.
Stop fucking asking me if I am every time we talk. I'm sick of hearing it. I'm sick of thinking about it. Don't you think I have enough on my mind??

I've said it numerous times that it's dependant on whether or not I get a job soon enough. So leave me the hell alone about it.

Like I'd stay for a boy anyway.
The hell with that.

You don't even know me.
Okay, you think I'm cute.
You find me funny.
But the only reason you're still trying to tag around is the fact that I'm not showing you the time of day. You always want what you can't have. And I sure the fuck don't have any interest in you...or anyone else for that matter, lest your name be Dallas Taylor.


I guess the point being, I'm sick of being objectified. Boys only care to talk to me because they think I'm attractive. And that's all it is. All they want to talk about is music, tattoos, and American Apparel.



AND JUSTIN, stop lurking my blog if you're going to get pissed off over what I have to say. Don't do shitty things to people, and they won't have shitty things to say about them.