Sometimes people are blinded from reality by the wishful optimism that they fabricate. They procrastinate because they feel that assignment will be done on time, so they rush at the last minute and their pride bites em in the ass. Cocky motherfuckers talk a lot of condescending shit about other people when they know damn well they have no right to. They just refuse to admit it. But more obvious is the quotidian example of individuals investing an undying faith on a person they so hopelessly “love” despite the truths that plague the beloved. In other words, they fucking say shit like “I’m serious, I can’t love anybody else cus you’re perfect.” A lot of the time, “It’s not you, it’s me” is exactly just what it is: Don’t take this personally, you’re a nice guy but I’m just not that into you. It is neither yours nor my fault that you’re not my type. There are about more than 3 billion women on Earth. Take yo pick.
Hunny I’m a fucking cooold ass bitch. You know that shit. I’m just really polite and nice and more often than never I have a saying NO problem. This is also why I’m not direct about addressing matters like this. I don’t like to hurt people, but I really love myself. I’m not gonna jeopardize my happiness for another’s. NEVER AGAIN.
Sorry.
Really though, you have all the reasons in the world to hate me. I could enumerate them, but I would never be able to cover everything. You know them, you just refuse to see them.

Kyra Go | 18 | UCLA 2013 | Psychobiology Major | Unemployed
