Just when you think things are going well, life serves up another plate of "fuck you".
Ok, maybe it's not like that, but this morning I was having a beautiful day.
This evening I'm not. My new bf is going through shit. So we aren't b/gf anymore. I totally understand, blah, blah, blah, but I liked the guy.
Yet another dose of right guy, wrong time.
When the fuck will it be the right guy at the right time? I'm fucking tired of being understanding, even if i do understand.
Ok, maybe it's not like that, but this morning I was having a beautiful day.
This evening I'm not. My new bf is going through shit. So we aren't b/gf anymore. I totally understand, blah, blah, blah, but I liked the guy.
Yet another dose of right guy, wrong time.
When the fuck will it be the right guy at the right time? I'm fucking tired of being understanding, even if i do understand.
The right guy will operate with this logic: "I would rather do life with her than without her. I am better with her in my life."
Men with drama=unhappy endings.... at a high percentage. Count on it.