I'm annoyed. A LOT! The irony of life is just to much :/

Let me act superior by defining words and using my English classes oh so diligently; maybe my hopeless situation will change without me having to do anything about it.

& Let me use the same old lines on everyone I want to like me; if the girls keep getting younger & younger...i might not show my age.

& Let me be over dramatic about every little thing in my life; maybe one day people will pity me.

& Let me talk about drinking and drugs; maybe people will think I'm cool if I destroy my life slowly.

& Let me fantasize about the world's perfect woman without giving the ones with flaws a thought; maybe I'll marry Barbie one day.

& Let me go out with her for any reason except true feelings; maybe I'll get over that girl I can never have.

& Let me hang out with as many people as possible while gossiping; maybe I'll forget that my best friend has moved on.

& Let me try to be friendly with everyone; maybe people won't realize that I start 99% of the rumors going around.

& Let me say as many cute names as possible; maybe people won't notice that I don't have a good vocabulary.

Shall I go on?