Old thoughts

I want someone smart, someone who speaks well, someone who can carry himself well, puts on good clothes. You don’t have to be rich. Just exert an effort to be presentable.

You’re not those type.

I told myself I won’t ever be embarrassed dating you despite your manners and how you sometimes annoyingly wear shirts.

I feel bad writing about this. But I just had to spit it out.

You’re not my type.

And maybe I did settle because I had the chance with you.

But you’re annoying.

And you keep on making it look as if you’re always the good guy.

Come on, you suck.