The Truth

I have liked you since the very first time I saw you… I think you have always known this. Though I have never and will never “pine” over you, the feeling has never really left… However I have come to the conclusion that you are mentally challenged. 

There is simply no other explanation. 

Though I think you know I feel something between us, never once have you done anything about it… not really…which at first I thought must say something about me, that I was the one who wasn’t good enough for you, but recently I have realized that you are the one who is messed up, you are the one who should be worried. It’s your turn.   

Seriously? I’m so cool. So it may have taken me years to come to terms with it, I now know that I am in fact, FUCKING AWESOME. I am pretty, and smart, and interesting, and let’s face it I’m wicked funny (not always intentionally) and cute and really effing talented. I am tired of hiding those things. I am tired of apologizing for being better, more blessed, or more motivated. Oh, I know I’m crazy. I’m totally nuts, anyone who knows me knows I am a mess. But I like that. I LIKE me! 

So, you… You have a choice. Do something about it NOW or lose your shot forever because this girl isn’t waiting on dumb boys anymore.

I’m tired of being a good girl, waiting for the good boys to notice me as my sillier or prettier or sluttier friends get all the attention. I have held back my entire life because my mom told me that boys won’t like me for myself because I am too bold of a person and I am too big of a girl, but you know what, if a man can be intimidated by me then he doesn’t deserve me. I want an equal. If you can’t be that then fine, but don’t come calling when I am out of your reach.