I see you finally found out about her “other” side, John.

Hmm.. lets call her “Diana,” just to keep her identity confidential as well.

Diana… hmm. Well, she’s gorgeous and has an amazing personality. It’s no wonder you fell for her. However, I did warn you. She is dangerous. I’m sorry that you had to experience that yourself. Although, you’re right. It IS kind of your fault for not listening to me. But then again, when I warned you about her.. I was incredibly jealous. I knew you could tell. Heh.

Oh John… I wish I could say that everything would be much better if you were with me, but I can’t.

No, I’m not acting like a bitch because I’m on my period.

Are you acting like a total jerk because you have a small penis?

Ohoho, I went there.

I’ve been noticing this a lot at my school, especially between my fellow ladies.

Two or more girls that were former friends get into a fight. They would call each other “sluts” or “bitches”  whenever they had the opportunity. And yes, I know that sometimes girls joke around and call each other that. Trust me, these girls definitely hated each other.

But then.. before you knew it, they would be best friends again. Hugging, kissing the other person’s cheek, giggling like little kids, etc.

I’m sorry but… weren’t you guys just fighting yesterday? 

Don’t get me wrong now, I’m all for making up and becoming friends again, its just that it all seems a bit too unbelievable. I can’t even imagine hating someone one day and then pretending like nothing happened the next. 

And get this. Once in a while, a bit often actually.. those girls that “made up” still badmouth the other behind their backs. C’mon now, are you guys BFFs or natural born enemies?

Make up your minds.

So, today on the bus I was sitting across from these three guys that went to my school. They were talking about their girlfriends and listing every single “bad” thing about them; ranting on and on about how their girlfriends didn’t even deserve them.

If your girlfriends are that “fat,” “hurt,” or “stupid” as you guys say they are, just break up with them. 

I’m sure they’d appreciate having a boyfriend that didn’t talk trash about them behind their backs.

This generation of mine has got some serious issues.

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.” 

- Albert Einstein

tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Anywhere is fine. :D As long as I’m with someone who actually has a sense of direction!

Mystery girl actually got followers! 

.. Is it lame that I’m posting about this? Probably is.. Oh well. 

I’d just like to thank all the—

Oh sorry, thats my speech for later. 

I just wanna show a bit of my cheesy side. (: 

Hopefully, my current followers (all two of you!) will stick with me for a bit. 

This is gonna seem quite weird but.. my few followers makes me quite happy now. ^^; I was kind of worried that I’d be forever ignored on tumblr but.. guess not! Hooray! 

Really though, it means a lot to me. Thanks and stay tuned for more of my awkward cheesiness!

So, some of you may be thinking that I should just go tell John that I like him and face whatever will come from that. I’m sorry, it’s a bit more complicated than that ^^;.

You see.. John doesn’t always take me seriously. Well, it doesn’t seem like he does. I’m tired of going to him about my feelings then having the subject changed in almost an instant. 

I wasn’t so sure about this blog in the first place, but after a while.. it seemed like fun. Its all anonymous and I can rant about whatever the hell I want.  

This mystery girl is here for your entertainment. 

Enjoy my drama, attempts at romance, and struggles with life. I can assure you that there will be a lot of it. Oh, the joy of being a “love-sick” teenage girl! 

Tell your friends about me and maybe one of these days, the John that I’m looking for will see this. 

Until that happens, I hope you will join me in this emotional adventure of mine.

It’s nice to meet you all. I’m a teenage girl (believe it or not.) However my name will not ever be mentioned in my posts.

I already know that I’m going to get a lot of hate and troll messages, but that’s alright. 

There is a guy that I like, I guess you could say he’s out of my league. I’m kind of hoping that if this little “blog/diary” thing of mine becomes viral, he’ll read it one day. 

I won’t go into much detail about “our fateful meeting” but I guess you could say.. it was quite unique. It was actually quite strange, really.

His real name shall not be revealed, so lets just call him “John.”

For those of you wondering, nobody is in on this. Nobody knows who I really am. My real friends will have to figure out who this really is, if they even stumble upon my tumblr, that is. 

John… I hope you recognize my writing style. Otherwise, look out for other hints to find out who I really am. 

You can say that this blog is really only for John.. ahah. I guess it kinda is. So, why don’t I just keep this private and tell only him? Hmm.. I’ll explain that sometime later. 

Alright, I’m out for now. Farewell my future loyal followers!