Every time.

Every time I tell myself not to talk to you, I end up speaking to you. Sometimes when we don't talk for a couple of days, I wonder if you even think about me. But every time I look at your facebook; with those pictures you post up, I don't even want know you. I think now it's beginning to get to me that I can't trust myself with you. Cause either I'll make things way too obvious and you'll just take advantage of me or I'll just end up hating you even more when you speak of so-and-so or whatever the "Guy of the Day" is, like you're spitting razor blades at me.

Here's a part of her latest blog entry:

Funny how things work. All of a sudden it feels as though I'm being suffocated. I don't have enough private alone time. It seems as though... I don't like how everything is happening at the moment. When you don't want a boy, they all come flying, but when you feel you want one, none seem to be in sight. What is that suppose to mean? I hope I'm over analyzing. I hope there aren't that many. I hope I could make myself understand and make a decision. I hope that day will come sooner...

I hope you become miserable and don't find anyone ANY TIME SOON. I'm risking this blog just to post her BULLSHIT. GAWD, I'm allergic to bullshit.
Funny how she ASSUMES everyone wants her. PLEASE, you're suffocating ME. Perhaps they're all flying AWAY from you. So keep analyzing, by that time, they'll realize how deceiving you are. One second, you're like this, the next second you fucking flip-flop everything.

Oh, I hope I find someone before you do. I'd like to hear what you got to say... bitch.