It’s not the first time I’ve been down this road. Physically and figuratively. I’m currently driving down 95, which I venture across quite frequently to get to and from NoVa- Oh NoVa, where do I begin? And, in the proverbial sense, I’ve breezed down this road to see my -- don’t really know what to call it, but a friend I guess...
She annoys the fuck outta me, she’s spoiled as shit, crazy as a god damn rat, bat, and mother fucking banshee, yet I can’t seem to pull away. It’s like, her insanity intrigues me. Okay- I’ll admit, she doesn’t really know I’m coming to see her specifically, but this is the game we play. I love her. I love her more than any girl I’ve ever known and I’ll continue to love her until the day I die. And if I ever tell her, she’ll look me dead in the eye, articulating one of her signature phrases, “You’re such a fucking idiot- get the hell away from me.”
Professing love to a girl like her is like selling your soul to the fucking devil. It gives her power - a magnitude of power that she can and will use to her advantage. Guys don’t even realize she’s making them fall in love with her, one poor heart at a time. (Literally, I’ve seen her turn men into crying little b*tches.) I know what she’s like, so I don’t give her an inch. Funnily enough, I think that’s why she loves me too.
People judge her. They don’t know about her difficult past, they don’t know why she is the way she is, and they certainly don’t know why she’s such a depressed fucking dumbass. The only reason I call her a dumbass is because, in too many ways, she’s so fucking stupid. She’s beautiful, smart as shit, and almost too fucking talented - to a point where she blows my mind and everyone else’s for that matter, yet she’s been so unhappy, drinks too much(or used to, she’s pretty good now, from what I hear..), spends way too much money on clothes, and she’s slightly socially awkward- completely oblivious to the things she says.
I don’t judge her though, and I don't enable her, I merely understand her- she doesn’t even know I do but, trust me, I know how her twisted little mind works. I know what’s she’s gonna say before she says it and I know what will trigger her anger, excitement, and, unfortunately, her mouth that won’t shut the hell up. Ever. She talks so fucking much - to the point where I’ve contemplated taking my dirty socks off and sticking them down her annoying little throat. As much as I hate to say it, she’s like a little misbehaved puppy who needs training, discipline, and a guy who will treat her the way she deserves to be treated when she’s good and, especially, when she’s bad. She’s really not what you’d call girlfriend material, and she’s certainly no Little Bo Peep, but she’s the shit and I fucking love her.
Well, here’s my exit...
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