I am pissed off. Frustrated. Annoyed. Aggravated. Sad. I'm trying so hard not to be bitter, but I am losing that battle. And today was definitely not a good day to listen to Phyllis Hyman on pandora.com, but I did it anyway.
I wonder why I even bothered to do the "right" things in my life -- get a degree, good job, wait until I'm married to have kids -- while it seems like everyone who does the opposite gets everything I want.
I am tired of being described as "sweet" and "the girl next door", by men who are screwing the chick around the way, the one they don't even like, just because she's ready, willing and able.
I want the folks from Trojan, Durex, LifeStyles, etc. to do a national demonstration on how not to make a condom break. But would anyone show up?
I wish I could direct my anger at the right target.
I wish there was no such thing as too good to be true.
I wish I could say I never felt this bad before.
Tonight, I will ...
Sit around in my pajamas and use up every tissue packet in sight.
Watch Grey's online and lust after McSteamy. (McDreamy's played out).
Drown my sorrows in burnt popcorn and cherry flavored Kool-Aid.
Cheer on "Dexter" as he chops people into bits and tosses them into the ocean.
And tomorrow, I will put on my fake smile and go about my business. I know things will get better. They have to.
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