i know he knocks you off your feet - you’re so bitter you think he’s sweet - well he’s wrong for you i swear - did you forget to read the script -  there was never a role for him - it was always you and me just me - popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now - i would never bring you down so down - just because he ‘loves’ you too - he would never take a bullet for you - don’t believe a word he says - he would never cut his heart out for you

it’s weird how guys quite often want to take care of me - i always tell them to piss off, it absolutely disgusts me - ’cause quite frankly i’ve been more or less taking care of myself even since i was born (my stepdad always said ‘it’s fascinating how you’ve turned out so good considering you’ve practically raised yourself’) and i’m no one’s charity case, thank you very fucking much. what’s ironic though is that the only guys i seem to fall for are all completely dysfunctional and for some weird reason i always see the good in the ones everyone else say are fucking arseholes. what’s even funnier is that i seem to hate all people but only the good ones. the bad ones, on the other hand, i see something absolutely amazing in which makes me desperate to be with them. the irish said ‘we’re bonnie and clyde’ and i loved the idea of that. but then he also said ’sandy i can’t be with you, even though i want to, i need someone sweeter, someone cuter’. it broke my heart ’cause i loved him to bits and i’m not sweet, nor cute and unfortunately i can’t change that, not even if i wanted to. the first, and possibly last, thing my mum ever taught me was that ‘all men are bastards and the only thing separating them is the time it takes to show‘ but i actually think i might the bastard. i’m so cruel to all nice boys who want to take care of me, basically because i think they’re rather pathetic. the proper bad ones though, they’re the ones i want to be with. it’s pathetic, self destructive and absolutely horrible. imagine all the good ones i’m missing out on! but to be honest - who gives a fucking shit. if the zsa zsa zsu isn’t there you might as well give it up straight away. maybe it’s a part of growing up, getting the zsa zsa zsu from someone who isn’t gonna end up on the streets/in jail/in rehab. if that is the case, well then i’d like to grow up asap, thank you very much.

(but whatever i mean vivian’s the love of my life anyway so whatever!)