I think this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me on here or about this blog! Thank you, it means a lot that you/other people even take the time to read what I’m saying, ‘cause I just write about things that bother me :) But yeah, I’m in university now so hopefully in 5 years I’ll be a doctor! I try & update regularly so keep checking it out :)
Before I start, let me say, don’t misinterpret the title.
I don’t think I’m amazingly attractive or outwardly beautiful, but I look different now than I used to.
This is my face. Now. In 2012.
And, in 2012, I get a reasonable amount of attention from people who think that they know me just because of how I dress/look. People are friendly to me, I get asked for my phone number when I go out to town & generally get treated better than I did when I was in high school (by most people that is, but I’ll get on to that.) I mean, I’m a friendly person, and I’ve always BEEN a friendly person. But a few years ago not a lot of people really stuck around to get to know me long enough to find that out. As I was putting up my photo wall, it dawned on me how different I actually am now than I used to be. And how differently I get looked at and the different assumptions made about me now.
In high school I looked like this (plus several facial piercings that aren’t distinguishable in the photo):
This was at a time when it wasn’t such a social norm to dress the way I did or to walk around with four or five piercings in your face, or to even have pink hair (shout out to the girls who rock pink/red hair trying to look like Rihanna these days!) so me and my friends got a considerable amount of shit. One time we were chased by a gang with knives and poles trying to attack us because we looked different, and one time (which I’ll elaborate on further down in the story) I was nearly set on fire. In the first instance (with the knives and poles) we called the POLICE who told us that it was our own fault for going out dressed like “that”.
Everywhere I went I was looked at funny and asked repeatedly “are you a mosher or a goth?” “why do you have all that metal in your face?” and my personal favourite “if you’re an emo, does that mean you cut yourself?” by people I’d never even seen let alone spoken to. My year in school wasn’t bad, because I’d known most of them since primary school & the others I met through people I already knew and they actually got to know me for who I was, not just what I looked like on the outside.
I have 7 people I consider my close friends; Dean, Steph, Jamez, Aaron, Karl, Buddha and Danny. I’ve known all of them at least 3/4 years and they all know me practically inside out and love me for who I am, which is the EXACT SAME PERSON I WAS IN 2006. I mean, obviously I’ve grown up and changed a bit but the core is still the same, I’m still weird, I still say and do things that people think are crazy, I still love going on kids rides in theme parks, I still play Super Mario ‘64 and I still watch The Grinch every night before I go to bed. I even still listen to My Chemical Romance because, let’s face it, they’re awesome.
There were things about me then people didn’t take time to find out about. I was (and still am) the biggest Eminem fan, but no one knew that ‘cause they were too busy throwing up devil fingers at me when I walked past (‘cause I like, totally rocked out dude -__-) I listened to underground hip hop from the age of 5, but all people cared about was the fact I had black hair and a fringe that covered half my face.
The perfect example of this happened to me last year. Now I’m not gonna say that the second part was based solely on how I look, but the first part of the story definitely was. When I was around 14, on halloween me and a group of people I was friends with at the time went out to Wythenshawe Park just to chill out and have a laugh & we were approached by another group of kids we’d previously had issues with (because my friend “looked at them funny” and when they shouted at him he dared to shout back) during a heated discussion in which two of my friends were called “dykes” and another had a bottle thrown at her head, I was approached by the leader (who’s name I’m not gonna mention because we’re cool now & a lot has happened but if you know the story you know who) who had a deodorant can and a lighter and attempted to set me on fire. So we ran, somehow me and Spaz fell in the brook but we got away & eventually made it home.
So about 5 years later, I was in the pub with most of the same people (funnily enough) when this guy came in. I didn’t recognize him properly at first but when I realized my heart dropped because I thought there was gonna be trouble. Instead, he approached me and said:
“I remember you. You look really different. Sorry about what happened, but I hated moshers at the time.”
That story could go on but that’s really the important bit. Obviously I could go on but the rest is unnecessary. And don’t worry about the person in that story, he’s an amazing guy now and I know if I needed anything he’d be there for me! My point is, and the whole point of this story is we could have been friends THEN because I’m exactly the same on the inside NOW. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened and I could give you different stories from every single day, but that one just happens to be the first one that came to my head that linked up with the point I was trying to make.
The sad thing is, when someone offers to do nice things for me, I automatically assume it’s because of how I look, because of how I got treated by people when I looked different. And that shouldn’t have to happen. Because of the things that happened to me, I make an extra conscious effort to be nice to anyone and everyone, because you never know how they’re being treated when you’re not there.
People shouldn’t have to change who they are to fit in with what you want to see. It’s 2012, stop judging other people because they aren’t like you.
I just wanna take this opportunity to thank all the readers of this blog who have helped share my rants/stories so far! It means a lot to me that even one person takes time out to read it. So thank you everyone for your support and for making me continue to write :)
xoxo
Following my post about BBC 3 fact based drama “My Murder”, a story which both saddened and angered me, I have yet again been dragged kicking and screaming to my one lonely corner of the internet to express my embarrassment and shame at some of the people in my generation.
Watching the second episode of “Prison: My Family And Me” brought me yet more entertainment and vomit inducing humiliation caused by one person in particular. A…wonderful character called Dean, who seemed to have some serious belief that his path in life was the sole responsibility of his father and the decisions he had made earlier. What REEEEEAAAAALLLLLLYYYYY pissed me off about this was the quote “maybe I could have gone to university or even college”, if you want to achieve in life then it’s up to YOU. Not your mum, not your dad and not your fucking goldfish.
I don’t need to go in to details of where I’m from (See the post I linked at the top if you’re really that interested) but there are people I know and have grown up with whose lives have been shit. I know people whose parents are on crack (literally), people whose mums AND dads have been in and out of prison and people who’ve lived in more houses than readers of this blog combined. These same people have gone on to do better things with their life, to get to where they want to be, and to be HAPPY. And that’s because they didn’t blame other people for their life and the things they did (I know what you’re thinking, you can’t start a sentence with “and”…but this is my fucking blog, I’ll start a sentence with Klingon if I want to).
Then you get what I like to call “enablers”. Those are idiots like this one:
First of all, you apparently don’t KNOW anything about spelling. But that’s not the point. The point is, she didn’t seem to read the other tweets because she would have realised they were from people like me, who DO understand, who DO know people who have been/are in prison or have parents who haven’t been/are not there, and who DIDN’T use that as an excuse to fuck up our entire lives.
What she’s basically saying is that we’re the ones who are wrong, that it is okay to blame everyone else for your problems and lack of progression in life.
Of course, this woman is an idiot and should probably be neutered to prevent spawning any offspring who would share these sentiments.
My mum and dad split up when I was 7. I used to see my dad every other weekend, but there were times when I couldn’t see him for longer than that due to him working/being away. Did I start going out setting fire to cars and deciding to do nothing with my life? No. Because my dad moving out and not being around as much didn’t suddenly make my brain spasm and force me to lose all sense of what’s right and wrong. She’s basically saying that one parent alone can’t teach a kid what’s good and bad, thanks for setting back single parents another 50 years.
I have friends who never see their dad/mum. I have friends who’ve lived completely alone since they were 15 and who never even knew if they’d see their parents again. They stayed in school, went to college and now they’re doing stuff that makes them happy. Because, my dear tumblr people, they have COMMON SENSE. They didn’t sit at home saying “my mum/dad has left me so obviously I can’t do the things I want to do” or “I can’t pass my exams because I’ve moved from school to school” …I’m pretty sure all high schools have the same curriculum anyway.
If you want to do absolutely nothing with your life, that’s fine by me. But don’t blame other people for YOUR actions. You’re in control of your life. You’re in control of where it goes. Yeah, some people don’t have the best start in life but there are so many people who have it so much worse than you and they don’t complain, they don’t even bat an eyelid because they have places they wanna be and they’re not gonna let someone else stand in their way. And in 2012, why should you?
xoxo
I wanna talk about something real for a minute. It probably won’t get a lot of notes but I don’t even care because it has to be talked about whether people like it or not.
This post is inspired by My Murder, a drama staring Attack The Block star John Boyega based on the true events surrounding the death of South London teenager Shakilus Townsend in 2008.
I don’t even know where to start other than by saying this is REAL. This really happened. It wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. It’s a shame that in 2012 gang violence is still around and gangs are still so misunderstood. I don’t say that in ANY WAY defending any gang or member. But I’m saying there are so many reasons for things like this that are ignored by the media who just hype up gang violence to be based on rap music, video games and tv. That’s not what happens in REAL life.
I’m from a place called Wythenshawe in Manchester, England. Which has been previously called “the biggest council estate in Europe” and I’ve seen first hand gangs in action and met members of actual gangs. None of them say that they joined a gang because they heard it in a rap song or because it looked cool as fuck on GTA. I grew up listening to Eminem, NWA & Method Man…I never went out and shot anybody. Things like this have actually affected my life personally. But I’m no G. I don’t walk around talking shit about fighting people or having a “crew” because I’m not about that life. I know I’m no thug. I could never even hit someone FIRST let alone take a life for no reason at all. It makes me sad that kids think they have no other chance in life other than to “make something of themselves” in a gang. And it shouldn’t be that way.
What I’m saying is, people need to understand that they have to give kids a chance. It’s so easily assumed that kids from areas like East London, South Manchester, South London etc are BORN without a chance in life, so they aren’t given one. They’re constantly told by the media, by teachers and by people who don’t even know them that they’re scum or worthless just because they weren’t born privileged or into a wealthy family. That needs to stop. Kids need to be told and shown from an early age that they can be anything they want to be and do anything they want to do if they work hard and believe.
There’s an invisible glass ceiling over the “lower class” (a term I haaaaaaaaaaaaate but the “media” loves) and they are boxed in by society so much that they think they have NO CHANCE. If you tell a kid from the age of 11 that they’re never gonna amount to shit, don’t be surprised when they fucking believe it. I’m not gonna go with the stereotypical “WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE PARENTS?!” that people love to pull out, because I know newspapers would love you to believe that “lower class” people sit around on their arse all day waiting to collect benefits, but the reality is that most of us actually work so hard, we have to work hard just to be able to live, so I know that sometimes the things kids do can slip by or go unnoticed. Not that I’m excusing that, I do fully believe that a parent should have 100% knowledge of what their kid is doing & the kind of people they’re hanging around with. I’m just saying, it’s hard when you’re working 2/3 jobs to keep an eye on your kid all the time. I’m lucky to have come from an environment like mine that helps me understand, and be blessed with two parents and a family who have always told me that I could be whatever I want and have pushed me to excel forward (I’m now at University in London) but not everyone has that.
Where I live currently in East London, there’s a little boy (around 10yrs) who rides round on a bike all day asking people if they have change so the older kids can go in the shop and buy cigarettes and alcohol. Every time I see this kid, my heart drops because he’s around on school days, at night time, all the time. And if he just had the structure around him to show him that it’s not right, that he can be so much, instead of the path laid out in front of him…It’s this that is so widely ignored by the media, who believe people from these backgrounds are born into this life, when all this kid needs is for someone to tell him he can be so much better and this “gang” isn’t his family and won’t be there for him if (God forbid) in five years he gets in a fight with a rival and accidentally happens to stab him. They’re not gonna be there in court, ‘cause they’re not “snitches”, they don’t “talk to the feds”. They’re not gonna be there when he spends the next few years in a juvenile detention centre only to be transferred to a prison full of REAL GANG MEMBERS when he turns 18.
I need to talk about what REALLY got me about this story. Shakilus Townsend was murdered by a gang over a girl. That’s a stupid reason for such a heartless act. I understand someone being hurt by their girl cheating, but is that really a reason to stab someone in the chest and liver, twisting the knife so that the bleeding won’t stop and it takes them TEN HOURS TO DIE? I don’t think it is. Paramedics said it was the worst stab wound they’ve EVER seen. It makes me feel physically sick that anyone could take someone’s life at all, let alone for such a stupid reason and in such a cowardly way. Did it really take you and all your friends yeah? With knives and baseball bats yeah? All that does is make you look like a coward. If you wanna fight someone, fight them one on one with your fists like a real man would, instead of having to be “backed by your mandem” and carry around weapons ‘cause you’re scared to take a beating like a MAN. And to the girls who get involved with this type of boy, who would readily do anything for him because he says he “loves you”, even if that means setting up an innocent kid with his whole life ahead of him & luring him to his DEATH just to prove you “love” your boyfriend…you need to get a grip. You might think you’ll get away with it, but you’ll get life too. And you’ll deserve it.
And to everyone who glamorizes gang culture, walking around with bandanna’s in your pockets and talking about how you’ll “fight anyone” or “back any beef” when you’re not about that life…you don’t want it. Most of the time you have no idea what it’s really like and the reality of what happens. You must think you look so cool walking around talking about how you’ll shoot people and throwing up made up gang signs…when really you’re just helping to perpetuate the negative stereotype that’s been put upon our generation by the media. There are people out there in the world RIGHT NOW who don’t have any choice but to go out and steal to be able to eat and survive. I beg you, if you have a family or friends or ANYONE who loves you, just realise how lucky you are. Stay in school. Go to college. Go to University. Anyone can make something of themselves.
Believe & Achieve.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stress that they under…
And nowadays things changed,
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts… - Tupac, Ghetto Gospel.
Let me start this by saying, I’m not a fan of Rihanna. I just, I don’t like her music, or her voice, or her face, or anything. I’m not bothered about her life, or anything she decides to do as a person because I am my own person & I have the common sense not to let her decisions affect the things that I do.
So, with that in mind, I bring forth my latest rant. Not against Rihanna, or Chris Brown, but against you.
Rihanna decided to make a song with Chris Brown, or two songs. Whatever. The point is she decided to work with him, which caused every single person in the history of internet-dom to start all KINDS of fuckery & send both her and Chris abuse over the decisions they have made.
I’m not here to say “oh Chris made a mistake, you should not hold his past against him, you should all love him and buy his music and be on his dick!” I’ll leave that to Team Breezy.
I am here, however, to say that Rihanna is a 24 year old WOMAN. She has decided for herself to put the past behind her and move on. If you call yourself a fan, should you not want her to be happy? No, it would seem as though you want her to dwell in the past and cry every day over something that happened three years ago. But she didn’t do that, she made herself a stronger person because of it and showed so much braveness and maturity by putting it behind her.
Now, you’re saying “she’s setting a bad example” and I hear you, I do. But that’s probably the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. I grew up listening to Eminem, NWA and Method Man, & I never went out and shot anybody. So can you tell me how Rihanna making a song with Chris Brown is her suddenly going back to him even though he’s publicly dating someone else and she’s said herself that she isn’t with him? Oh right yeah, I forgot that as soon as you make a song with someone you’re having sex with them. It’s 2012, surely by now parents can understand that it’s THEIR responsibility to raise children with the right morals and beliefs, and a strong enough mindset not to stay with someone who abuses them? It’s not Rihanna, Chris Brown, Eminem, Marilyn Manson, Lindsay Lohan or anyone else’s responsibility to raise you or raise your child, so when they make a bad life decision it’s not your place to criticize and chastise them.
If you’ve lost respect for Rihanna, don’t buy the album, don’t go to her shows, don’t watch her every move. Just get over it and find a new person to put on a pedestal and expect to live up to your every belief of the kind of person they should be.
And as for everyone complaining about the fact that she has decided to make a song with him, you’re always the first people to beg forgiveness when you make a mistake, or harp on about how it’s important to forgive people who hurt you. Yet as soon as a public figure decides to forgive someone for a past indiscretion, you all get up on your high horses? Fuck that. If Rihanna has found the strength to forgive Chris Brown for what he’s done to her, none of you “fans” or otherwise have any right to tell her that she’s wrong, or tell her how to live her life. If she can move forward, so can you.
People complain that he shouldn’t have won a Grammy, forgetting the fact that Chris Brown does actually have a LOT of talent, and him winning a Grammy isn’t actually a victory for woman beaters and abusers, it’s a victory for someone who made a mistake, paid for that mistake and moved forward with his life. You can’t expect someone to be punished forever, especially if the person (I won’t say “victim”, because I know she wouldn’t appreciate that) has forgiven them for it.
And as for the people who are saying “she deserves to be hit again”, that just makes you the worst kind of hypocrite. How can you say in one breath that Chris Brown is a monster & in the next breath be condoning another act of violence against her? That, in my opinion makes you a prick.
Maybe you should all stop basing your lives on celebrities and start living for yourselves.
And this is in no way an insult to Rihanna’s actual fans who understand that as a young woman she will make mistakes and bad decisions, and she will learn from them.
You’re all so caught up in what celebrities are doing that you’re forgetting to live the life YOU have.
xoxo
I mean, I like the idea of a relationship, but right now I can’t deal with one.
I’ve been in and out of relationships none stop since I was 17, and the most recent one did not end too well.
In the last 3 months I’ve been single I’ve put myself on a no relationship diet & I’m already doing so much better.
In the last 3 months I’ve started driving lessons, decided to do my PhD and realized how important it is that I’m on my own at this time in my life. I want an office, no, I want a business. I want to build a brand and I already have so many ideas that I wouldn’t be able to focus on if I was in a relationship.
When I’m in a relationship or seeing someone, 80% of the time I’m either thinking about them or with them or trying to help them solve their problems, to the extent that I often neglect my own life. For so long I’ve been putting other people first & it caused a lot of problems at home, college & with people I love who deserve to be in my life & who I genuinely care about. I spent 11 months of last year so wrapped up in two different people (at different times of course) that one dictated everything I did & I spent most of my time either trying to call him and being ignored or not seeing him when he was actually home, and the other was perfect for me in every way until he went away & came back a completely different person, no matter how much I tried to help him I got it all thrown in my face until I couldn’t deal with it anymore. This one was the final straw that made me realize I want to be by myself until I’m ready for the real thing.
One of my uncle’s friends said to me last year ago “I like being unashamedly myself too much to be in a relationship” But at the time I was in a relationship so I didn’t care! I can see now what he meant.
I like being able to come and go as I please without having to worry whether it’s going to interrupt the plans someone else has for me. I like being able to eat what I want how I want without someone else judging me. I like being able to go out with my friends whenever I want to and not have to check if it’s okay with someone else first.
Don’t get me wrong; one day I will want comfort, stability, love and commitment. I’ll want to come home knowing that one person will be waiting for me, I want to light candles and drink wine and watch crappy films. But I have a lifetime ahead of me to do that & right now I’m only 20.
I can’t deal with being controlled, I can’t deal with having to be considerate of someone else’s feelings. I’m irrational, I’m rude & most importantly, I’m happy. There are things I need want to work on about myself first so that when I do find that hench brown attractive tall suit wearing perfect man (or the perfect man for me anyways) I’ll be ready.
But right now I’m not.
& I’m happy with that.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
xoxo
I would not get back together with any of my ex’s, and I’m willing to bet if I asked any of you, around 70% of you (the dumper, the bitter ex, the ones who are still angry & the ones who are genuinely over it) would say the same as me.
So why then, even when you know someone isn’t right for you, do you still sometimes get the urge to call? To check they’re okay? Just to make sure they haven’t been trying to call and been unable to get through?
They haven’t been trying to call.
And they don’t miss you.
Just like you don’t miss them.
But now with Valentines Day approaching at warp speed, you find yourself looking around at lovey dovey couples wishing you had what they had, even if it IS with the ex who was too controlling/lazy/crap in bed/messy/addicted to crack(you could totally change him) or the ex who lied to you through your whole relationship/let you down every day.
You suddenly feel the need to prove to people that you CAN be loved, even if it’s by someone who 63.8% of the time is out getting drunk with people he sees all the time instead of coming to see you for the first time in a month. You find yourself wishing you were 1/2 of the cringe inducing couples you see having saliva fuelled PDA’s in the middle of asda while you’re out buying yourself a Valentine’s card (To The Love Of My Life, from your SUPER SECRET Admirer! xoxoxoxoxoxo)
You find yourself singing along to crappy love songs (James Blunt, anyone?) and forgetting that whole SINGLE IS EMPOWERING speech you’ve been giving your friends since January 1st (because your New Year’s resolution was to stay single & prove you don’t need anyone) and find yourself hovering over your most recent ex boo’s phone number trying not to call, even though last time you spoke to him/her you told them they were dead to you.
Drake songs start to make sense to you. Yeah, suddenly hiding in your ex’s closet sniffing their clothes and surprising them with a box of chocolates when they come home doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Everyone has these moments, you’re lying if you say you don’t have them. Walking down the street & passing a place that reminds you of a time, a person. Having the urge to text them & then remembering they’re not in your life any more. But they’re not in your life for a reason, and unless that reason was YOU and YOU have changed significantly, things are better off that way.
My point is this: If you’re going to feel this lonely and crappy all year, then fine, go ahead. But if you spend the other 364 days telling everyone how “being single is the best idea you ever had” only to break down on February 14th and confess that you lie in bed at night cuddling a teddy bear with a photo of “the love of your life’s” face sticky taped to it and their cologne sprayed on it, then you really need to either shut the fuck up with your “single pringle” bullshit & call them or grow up and move on, preferably to someone who doesn’t take up 3/4 of your bed and snore down your ear.
Happy (early) Valentine’s Day.
xoxo
I’m really busy with uni, but I have a few ideas of things to blog about so hopefully in the next week there will be some updates!
meanwhile…here’s my face.
xo
This is not going to be a rant like 98% of my posts.
Just want to wish all my followers/readers a happy new year & hope you all had fun whatever you did!
This time last year I was in a bad place, and I didn’t even know. I didn’t know that four days from now I’d be crying in a doctors office while he tried to give me anti-depressants. I didn’t know that 7 months from that point I’d be in hospital on a drip not knowing if I would make it until the next morning.
I spent most of last year in situations that I wasn’t happy in just because I was in such a horrible place & genuinely didn’t believe I could do any better.
& I’m not saying at midnight last night that all changed, I spent 2011 trying to get to a point where I was even just happy. A lot of things happened in the last couple of months that have helped me get to where I need to be.
Chipmunk (my favourite artist & the biggest inspiration in my life) invited me to his 21st birthday.
I moved to London to go to university & moved away from all the people who were having a bad effect on my life, I met the most amazing people & still have the same group of good people I came into 2011 with.
Anyway, what I’m saying is this.
It doesn’t matter if you have a crappy start to the new year, it doesn’t matter what happened to you last year, or last night. All that matters is now. Every moment is a chance to start again, to be the person you WANT to be.
So I thought I’d start 2012 on a positive note for all of you.
Follow your dreams this year, I will :)
Firstly, and this has been annoying me for quite some time now, and I realise not ALL men (in fact, I won’t even call these people men, they’re nothing but overgrown BOYS!) cheat, lie and badly conceal the two.
Tell me this:
Why, when you have a girl at home who loves you and would do anything for you, do you feel the need to flirt with any/every girl who passes by you?
Now I know, it’s not just boys who do this, there are plenty of female sluts too (& don’t worry I’ll get to you eventually) but this post concerns itself with the males and why they can only either think with their brain or their penis, never both at the same time.
I understand some of you are attractive. But please understand even if you look like this:
That is still no excuse to jump on every girl within a 10 mile radius when you’re in a relationship.
I know one BOY (who will remain nameless) who has been with his girlfriend for a long time, and until recently was telling me he liked me & asking if I would “get with him”…when I pointed out how nice his girlfriend actually is & how lucky she thinks she is to have to him, he finally gave up and he proceeded to try it (I assume through various bbm status’s) with any other girl who gave him attention, or was in fact even alive.
All while his lovely girlfriend was tweeting and tagging him in facebook pictures saying how much she loves him and is lucky to have him.
This brings me quite rapidly onto my next topic: Dumb Girls.
And this doesn’t apply to girls who’ve been cheated on, no no. It’s not your fault he couldn’t keep it in his pants (unless you were like weirdly obsessive or something and harassed him constantly. But hey, I’m not involving myself in your relationship! I’m just saying.) the dumb girls are the ones who KNOW their boyfriend is going out flirting with/meeting/sleeping with other girls and they choose to ignore it.
Only one thing annoys me more than watching a nice girl being messed about, and that’s a nice girl knowing she’s being messed about and staying in the relationship, because honey, that makes you just as stupid as the boy who cheated on you in the first place. If I found out my boyfriend had cheated on me he would be lucky to escape with his balls intact, and yet every day I see girls saying “I know he cheated on me but he loves me so much”…
And I understand people make mistakes. I’ve made enough mistakes for all of my little cousins to never have to make any. But not every boy “really loves you” and is “so so sorry babe”, some do it every single day, on purpose. And you will always keep taking him back as long as he says he is “sorry” when actually you could go out and find someone so much better who wouldn’t cheat on you.
Try to understand, if you’re a real lady, you deserve a real man.
& you shouldn’t have to settle for a boy who’s so emotionally immature that he has to jump into bed with every girl who has a pulse to validate his ego and “impress his mates”.
However, if you’re happy being with someone who cheats on you & he’s happy to cheat on you…then you’re both dumb and deserve each other.
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