Relationships make me puke. Here's why:
Pet names are awful. No, my name is not "babe," "honey," "hun," "muffin," or "snuggle snake." It's Kayleigh. Call me by my name please.
PDA is occasionally cute, but most of the time it is not. Holding hands. Puke. That awkward arms around each other walk. Puke. Your hands in each other's butt pockets. Is that practical at all? Making out in public. Get a room. Hugging. Who hugs anymore?
The constant texts are annoying. You don't need to be communicating all the time. Let me breathe!
Jealousy is a bitch. Yeah, I have guy friends, and I'm going to keep hanging out with them even if I'm in a relationship (not likely). I'll probably even flirt with them too because, hey, I'm a flirt. Don't worry about it.
The constant need to know where I am and what I'm doing is bullshit. I'm a big girl, so I can take care of myself, but thanks.
The loss of friends is the worst. Everyone says they don't do it, but I'm telling you, yes you do. Since your time is consumed by your significant other, you inevitably spend less time with your friends. Not okay.
Heartbreaks, cheating, breakups. They all suck. People almost always let you down or hurt you in some way. Might as well just avoid it in the first place and say "fuck you!"
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