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11.06.2010
Today she hugs him, and then he tells her he loves her or something, and she says she loves him too, and now they're An Item.

Tomorrow they'll probably have sex, and she'll immediately get pregnant. The day after, they'll get engaged. Then the following week, they'll be married. And their child will be born premature (but healthy) because there's no time like the present to get shit done. It will probably graduate high school at age 10 and have a master's degree by 15. Oh, and it will be a very attractive child.

These people disgust me.

So, now I'm only one of my friends who is single. Usually this is the case anyway, but Tara's never been in a relationship before, so . . . well. Even Jackie, who is a self-described notorious whore, just got into a legitimate relationship. Or so Facebook says (approximately twenty-four times).

Since this is usually the case anyway, I shouldn't be bothered . . . but I am. Especially because there is this person that I really fucking LIKE, damn it. (Actually, there are two people, but one has a boyfriend. So she's not really an option.)

I hate Tara.



1 Comments:

You don't hate her. You just want her to suffer instead.

By Blogger L, at 3/31/2011 07:59:00 PM  

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