Dear Diary
(I know, the title is stupid, it just seemed appropriate)
My wildest fantasy is to find a woman that loves me for me, and settle down. I know, but we ARE talking fantasy.
And while we're talking fantasy, fuck Nicholas Sparks, fuck Channing Tatum, fuck John Cusack. You want a guy who will stand in your yard in the driving rain holding a boombox after you dump him? Not me sister. I'll be piss drunk in my bed wondering what the fuck I ever saw in you in the first place, and how I allowed myself to hit this low spot in my life.
And figuring out how best to get past you, cause all I ever did was love you, and apparently that wasn't enough.
Constantly, all around us, we are bombarded with this idea of happily ever after. Prince Charming. Honey, I am the closest you'll ever get to Prince Charming, and I drink too much and am a bit of a bastard. Deal with it. Disney and that fucker from Coldplay are laughing all the way to the bank.
I'll tell you something, o my beloved non-existent readers that have truly become non-existent (and I know, cause Google is nice enough to tell me how many views I get and which posts are viewed), I've explored my sexual fantasies to great extent at one point in my life or another, and the truth is, nothing beats that connection I might have with just one woman who loves me the way I am.
N guys like John Cusack and any leading character from any Nick Sparks bit of shit just don't fucking exist, ladies. Sorry to be the asshole that breaks it to you.
Have a good one,
Darth
My wildest fantasy is to find a woman that loves me for me, and settle down. I know, but we ARE talking fantasy.
And while we're talking fantasy, fuck Nicholas Sparks, fuck Channing Tatum, fuck John Cusack. You want a guy who will stand in your yard in the driving rain holding a boombox after you dump him? Not me sister. I'll be piss drunk in my bed wondering what the fuck I ever saw in you in the first place, and how I allowed myself to hit this low spot in my life.
And figuring out how best to get past you, cause all I ever did was love you, and apparently that wasn't enough.
Constantly, all around us, we are bombarded with this idea of happily ever after. Prince Charming. Honey, I am the closest you'll ever get to Prince Charming, and I drink too much and am a bit of a bastard. Deal with it. Disney and that fucker from Coldplay are laughing all the way to the bank.
I'll tell you something, o my beloved non-existent readers that have truly become non-existent (and I know, cause Google is nice enough to tell me how many views I get and which posts are viewed), I've explored my sexual fantasies to great extent at one point in my life or another, and the truth is, nothing beats that connection I might have with just one woman who loves me the way I am.
N guys like John Cusack and any leading character from any Nick Sparks bit of shit just don't fucking exist, ladies. Sorry to be the asshole that breaks it to you.
Have a good one,
Darth
posted by darth sardonic at 8:16 PM
3 Comments:
Oh and ladies I forgot to say that if you ever get your hands on a Channing Tatum vis a vis Nicholas Sparks, you will dump him cause he will just be too good to be true. N sorry to say, he will not come back to your finicky ass.
Darth, I am here reading... :-)
I think what matters is to find the person who will love you with your qualities and your flaws and with whom you will want to become a better person.Somebody to laugh and cry with.Somebody who is the first person you want to tell everything that happens, good or bad, who will not judge you, but comfort you when you need, kick your a.. when you need, and lift you up.Hang in there and in the meantime use your pain for your writing. Take care. Sandrine
Ty Sandrine. I am still here, and always will be. Nice to see I am not the only one. And as to what you said, believe me, I am working on it. But first things first, I need to be cool with me on my own, and the rest will follow.
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