Why I Could Never Date A Frat Boy? Because They Are Too Busy Having Homoerotic Relationships With The

Why I could never date a frat boy? Because they are too busy having homoerotic relationships with the other frat members.

Hiiiii I am just a girl who needs to express how she feels through written words and visuals because that is all I know how to do. Not all of what I share is chronological <3 Enjoy

I like:

~ Pinterest

~ Listening to music 25/8

~ Reading

~ Writing

~ Being alone

~ Nature

~ Various different handsome actors

I would like to start a sociology class hate club. In what universe is an assessment of 40 questions a quiz? Call it an exam or test because then I will take it seriously and not tank my 4.0 on a class that has nothing to do with my major. I am done with your hypotheticals and trick questions

Sociology

More like kiss my ass loser

Maintain GPA!

That is my haiku to destress. Sociology taught by an old white man has nothing on me. Especially since he comes to class late sometimes. Not my problem.

I also often wonder why people don’t approach me, even when I feel like they may be interested. Am I unapproachable? Or is it just because I am good at deflecting things when I feel too involved. Like how people get nervous with intense eye contact, I get nervous with intentional behavior?

If gas was free I think I would just drive all the time. I could just listen to music and drive through pretty land and pretend like I don’t exist. Also, maybe if my car’s check engine light didn’t come on whenever I drive for too long.

(pc: pinterest)

I respect Jane Eyre but I could never be her. Maybe that’s what I am afraid of. I would hate to build an entire life of self sufficiency and then give all of that opportunity over an unfair romance. I am so scared of being treated unfairly. That would not happen if I never exposed my vulnerability. Men don’t get it and they are so predictable. They don’t understand what it’s like living in their heads 95% of the time. They don’t think everything through like I do, and when I explain myself they don’t understand and it makes me feel crazy. It makes me feel like something is wrong with me. But, if I say something then I am seen as sensitive, so I never say anything because that is weakness. Even if the most well meaning man were to read anything I write, they would never understand it. They have never predicted the outcome like a girl or picked apart every angle of a situation in under ten minutes and come up with a resolution that would have taken a man weeks. Sometimes it’s hard living in my head, but what do I do about it. I don’t know how to communicate how I feel, I avoid things (people), I will cause, work through, and solve a billion problems in my head. No one gets it. Maybe some, but I feel really weird and solitary abut this kind of thing. I would never tell anyone this. “I have a lot on my mind” is the understatement of a lifetime. If anyone could ever actually be with me, they need to understand me and what I mean when I tell them things. It is hard to explain everything that goes on in my head, so they just need to be ok with what I am able to give them. That sounds impossible.