Boys

Maybe there isn't anything more to it.
I find it's so easy to lie now...
About how I feel, I mean.
You know how in the fairy tales, prince charming says "now what's really wrong?" - I'm the only person that can do that. I feel like I am so kick ass at reading other people...and no one can read me. I guess that is probably the whole point of it...but still, sometimes I want to be read. Sometimes I wish I was an open book and someone would just call me out. You know what else freaking sucks? I will never have lovable eyes. I just have dull Grey eyes. People don't fall in love with Grey eyes. I don't even want to be loved actually. Anyone I feel like I could actually love is unattainable, and I understand that. I don't want to be stuck with some babbling fool that doesn't know what he's talking about. Why is it so hard to just find a smart guy, with things to say, with his own ideas, with his own beliefs? I know why it's so hard...because there is no such thing. Brilliant.
Dad saw this picture a bit ago and was wondering whose tequila that was. Opps. Just some fool boys, no worries. GAH!