and they think they're all that. 03/27/2010
You have all met them. The good, the bad, and the ones that should really take a shower. The flirts. Oh, yes. I said it. The flirts. the one that's sole goal is to snag you. and for what reason? none, none really whatsoever. They may let you think they like you, let may come right out and say it. but playing with hearts is no big to them. They think, wait no they don't think. That's just the problem. They don't. they don't think, they don't watch, and usually, they don't even realize. They don't realize what a fool they have made of them selves, what they have missed, what they have wasted, and how many hearts they have bull-dozed through until it is too late. to late to fix, to late to be sorry, and sometimes, to late to be forgiven.
Unless they see the error of their ways. But how are they to do that? they are oblivious to everything they can have. or so it seems. some of their behavior may be more than just boldness, they may be covering up. Now, don't take me wrong, I'm not going to become a phsycologist and say they weren't hugged enough as a child, but that may not be too far off of the mark. Some of your average teens who are flirts or jerks, are actually hurting. And because they lack comfort, guess where they go.
Because they can manipulate you anyway that they want to. Because you are taken aback by their boldness, they can be their alter-ego. They can be who they want. minus the pain. Minus the hurt. So the next time you have to deal with a flirt, have pity, but for Heaven's sake don't show it, because we all know what happens if a flirt thinks they may be growing on you.
~Love, from the thoughtful beach bum,
so I've messed up my back. strained my trapezious to be exact. probably tore it a bit. now imagine the left side of that all angry, and a ripped. OW!!!
Got the big paper due tomorrow. so i stayed home from snow-tubing and school to work on it. acutually, I have a case of the stomach flu. but, it's going to be a late night.
HI. this is me. I'm not really sure who me is, but maybe you can derive that from my posts. Maybe me is just a teenager who can express in a pressure-free blog what others are trying to say. maybe that's me. or maybe, me is indefinable. me is complicated. me is me.