What is it about me that drives people to walk all over me? Do I have sucker written on my forehead? Is this really what I'm meant for? To show women that there are still nice guys out there, but it's just not me. I should have learned by now not to try too hard, because it's inevitably going to end in disappointment. It's the story of my life. Seriously... I put in a monumental effort to compensate for my gruesome appearance, and for what? So I can continually "just be friends"?
I'm not sure what I did to deserve being continually shit on, but it's getting a little out of hand. I thought I'd found something that might make me happy for the first time in a year and half, but that's what I get for getting my hopes up I suppose. Maybe it's time to stop being the nice guy. I'm getting sick of losing out to other men.
Clearly there's something wrong with me.
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