Stars
The stars infuriate me. I get dumped, do my best not to dwell on it, then they tell me to not have a crush and to not want love. WTF! Love is really the only thing I want out of life...True love. And the stars are telling me, no Kat you can't have it. Go be depressed and lonely in your little corner of desolation! Fine, fuck the stars, fuck trying to move on, fuck all my stupid exes that dumped me, just fuck love and all it brings! I won't have crushes, I want be hurt over whatevers happened in the past, I won't keep looking for Mr/Ms Right...And then I bet the stars will tell me to stop being so closed off. Argh. And now I find out I'm allergic to fucking pineapple so my mouth is a bunch of swollen pink bumps and I have an interview on Sunday! Not that they'd hire me anyways...My expirence is in working with handicapped kids and makeup...Doesn't exactly scream Kmart Cashier. Whatever, I'm mad now...I don't know why I'm so angry about what the stars say...I guess I'm just mad that whatever I want it's never the right time for me to have it...And actually get to keep it.
