I was in the car with my dad today and he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said "no" because in fact I don't and if I did I would have told him anyway, but that is not such a big deal to me because my dad brings up that question occasionally. The thing that got to me today was when me and my dad arrived at my aunt’s house and my uncle asked me if I had a boyfriend (and my uncle is not that type of person who goes around asking stupid questions like that) so that is when I started to think.
What made them think that I had a boyfriend?
Was it my happiness? I have been depressed for a while now, with me not being able to see any of my brothers until I am 18, having no close friends, and other contributing factors that made my life a living hell. I guess I could see why a smile on my face made them think I had a significant other.
And the thing is I have been thinking about boys a lot lately.
I can't get them out of my fucking mind! It is driving me nuts! Boy here! Boy there! Boy! Boy!
EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE! Well maybe it is not boys’ just couples; everyone is ether in a relationship, getting married, or having a baby.
Should I be worried?
Maybe I should join the crowd and find me a young lad to marry me off and have five bazillion crazed children running around and about a house that I cannot afford. Then work at an office and make coffee for everyone; going around handing each and every worker their cup of perfection. Yep, that is the American Dream.
I hate trends anyway, and I don't plan to follow this trend anytime soon.
Boyfriends fuck them, fuck relationships, fuck the American Dream, and fuck coffee, I like tea.
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