A teenage love in a parking lot

It wasn’t really my fault, right?

He started it.

So why do I feel like I’m the one who did wrong?

Just cuz’ I said those hurtful words?

But he started it.

=/

I sound like a 7-year-old.

This is so insane, right?

This is so crazy. And stupid. And effed-up.

Oh right. And I apparently attract a lot of Indians. Not that I’m being racist…. but I’m not even a bloody lawyer yet!!!

And I attract men who do a lot of hands-on work.

So that’s great too.

Everyone else is a dick.

And I’m going crazy. I really am going crazy. And no one can help me.

Does this mean I like him? Seriously? I barely know the guy! Maybe I just like the idea of him. Maybe I should just stop moping about.

So why do I feel like going to Switzerland to apologise?

Someone, please, restrain me!

Or stab me. Whichever is easiest.

And in another life, I would be your girl.