"Effe, but you can always enjoy those assholes?"
"Conscience, I can not help it, the good guys bore me,"
"Effe, but enough, but 'sti assholes you find them all?"
"Cici, you're right, it's not my fault, you make me laugh"
Yes. You know that cliché that a friend maybe some 'loser in love will always reproached "I do not find much to you because no women like bastards." And you trying to convince him that no, it is true that all women like bastards, for example, you never want to be with an asshole, and he is such a wonderful certainly will not take long to find someone who truly loves him, who appreciate the kindness, generosity, intelligence, humor and other invaluable qualities he possesses.
The result probably is that he is still single, and you too, because after your last story worthy of the name, in recent years have lost my mind for people who all your friends call "bastards" who do not even consider remotely or you considered but as a hobby and nothing more, or at least as a friend with benefits.
And while you lose sleep and appetite of Bellucci fucked up that you were laughing out loud and with whom they had much in common, there was that nice guy, maybe a bit 'so maybe not too bright, that he looked heart-shaped. And you you will not even notice, or better, were doing pretend not to know it, because you do not care. And that chain was created, with him chasing you, chasing the little shit, chasing another bitch more about him. because there is always someone more asshole in the lead.
And so, without realizing it, you're finished at the foot 'into the same cliches.
not that always goes wrong, of course. There are good days - the ones where you do not think you deserve more, and just take what comes - and bad days, when the whole stronzaggine the situation there it is obvious that a tower in the middle of a plain.
In those days I'll kill you Lyrics tears in veins-loop, no longer satisfied with what they get because they are on average slaps or punches in the stomach. You feel as
stopped at a bus stop, waiting for the same bus. That sometimes passes in front, stops, the driver is smiling, he puts his finger button to open the doors and your heart screams "I'm going to go up" and the brain whispers "do not believe it until I'm on board." And the brain has always, always, always right.
In fact, the driver withdrew his finger from the button and starts leaving there on the sidewalk. Maybe you chase a little, 'but you can not run after him forever, or jump on board if the doors do not open, not you Rambo. Then go back sadly at your stop.
Hoping skim. And maybe in the meantime you distracted looking at the cars passing by, someone gives you a lift to stop after, but eventually you put it back and wait still the same damn fucking bus.
"Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving."
Bullshit.
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