#screwlove
Pfft I don't need a f!cking man to make me feel loved and happy
Why else would we have chocolate?
I mean really
Chocolate doesn't mind if I am a *****
If I *** really badly
If I eat it (guys would never let you do that! And I bet they wouldn't
taste as good ...okay that's creepy. let's not think about that.)
If I wear what I call my: comfy-lazy-day-clothes and the rest of
humanity calls: hella-ugly-as-shit-clothes
If I don't' wear makeup
If I bag on myself
If I sing. For 9 hours... straight...
If I ugly cry
If I literally act SO unbelievably insane it is actually scary and not pleasant or normal or safe and probably merits a psychological analysis
If I am too busy to hang out with it
Chocolate has never told me it loves someone else
Chocolate doesn't mind at all if I **** so badly at most sports that
dolphins are better throwers than me... and runners...
Chocolate doesn't ever care if I read so much that I forget to like, eat or
sleep or breathe or brush my hair or get dressed or get out of bed or put on pants or do anything else.
Chocolate can deal with my insane mood swings
Chocolate doesn't hit on other girls
Chocolate doesn't care that I'm not ready to like, you know "get serious" with it (that would actually be really disturbing let's not think about that either)
Chocolate accepts me for who I am and never judges me
(Although that is mainly because it is edible and inanimate...)
Chocolate respects my boundaries
I love chocolate
See? I don't need a man to be happy.
Who am I kidding I'm lonely as hell. :(
Why am I so pathetically dependant on love?
AUGH. I guess I'll just go and eat some chocolate.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC