you DON’T NEED a boyfriend to feel good!!!

Just because you don’t have a boyfriend doesn’t mean that you are ugly. Just because you don’t have a boyfriend doesn’t mean that you’re fat. It doesn’t mean that you have a bad personality. It doesn’t mean that you stink. It might mean that you have a loose vagina (or probably not). It doesn’t mean shit. It just means that you don’t have a boyfriend because the circumstances aren’t right at the moment. I’ve been reading people’s statuses and they blog and it’s like they’ll have ten posts…and twelve of them would be about not having a boyfriend or wanting a boyfriend so badly and I’m like, “Girl, why? Why do you want a boyfriend so badly that you spend all your time writing about it?”

                It’s like, the people who write this blog, they be the ones who looks as sexy as hell. They be the ones that guys want to date. Like, I see this post. I read it. And then I go to their profile. And they be looking gorgeous. They’re smart. They’re friendly. They’re nice. They’re everything that you would want in a partner except THEY GOT NO TYPE OF SELF ESTEEM!!!
                They be like “Oh my god! I’ve never had a boyfriend. That must mean I’m sooo ugly. That must mean I’m sooo fat. I’ve never been kissed. I just wanna know how sex feels like.” Are you fucking kidding me?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Girl, you are fourteen! Oh god!

                It’s ok to wanna have that special someone but is not ok to feel sorry for yourself or blaming yourself just because you don’t. It’s like your menstruation. It happens at different times for different people. And I can assure you that: in your lifetime, you’ll have a boyfriend. You’ll have plenty of boyfriends. YOU MIGHT EVEN BECOME A TOTAL SLUT! Have a million boyfriends! But I’m just saying that it’s not the end of the world just because you don’t.

                We are all guilty of this. Even I was guilty of this. I used to be like “oh my god, if I had a boyfriend, I’d be so much more cumftable with myself, I’d be so much happier, I’d be so much more outgoing.” And then I had a boyfriend and like, NOTHING FUCKING CHANGED! If anything did change, it turns out to be more complicated. I had to text this

all the time, and I had to spend my money on him, The bastard was clingy,… I don’t do clingy.

If you’re not happy with yourself already, and you’re relying on a boyfriend to make you feel happy, you are gonna feel as sad as hell, I can promise you that. Because if a boyfriend is the only reason that you are happy, you are gonna be devastated once he leaves you. You’re gonna feel as though the only thing that brought you happiness had left. And you’re gonna be SAD! I mean fucking tears! Fucking depression! You gon be like “No mom, I don’t wanna eat because I’m fat.” I mean, it ain’t gon be pretty because relationships go bad. Relationships go bad ALL THE TIME. And you’re not gonna have a self-esteem to recover from it.

And you can try to give these people good advice, like “Girl, you’re pretty. Just wait for it. Don’t rush it. You’re a total catch. It’s gonna happen.” They just be like “No Jonas, I don’t know if it’s ever gonna happen for me, I’m too ugly.”

And the thing is, there not open for compliments. Their self-esteem is actually that low. And at that point I want to feel sorry for you. But if you’re already feeling sorry for yourself, why do I have to? I just want you to feel like fucking good about yourself.  You’re awesome. You have a lot to offer.

I mean go to tumblr, blog about your problems once. Let all the stress out. And then do something for yourself. Do something outrageous. Showcase yourself to the world. You can’t just wait for somebody to come into your house and be like “Let’s have sex”.. That’s rape!

It’s so stressful seeing all these beautiful people in tumblr who has so many interesting things about themselves and so much to showcase but they can’t feel good about themselves unless there’s somebody standing next to them, and they can’t do anything on their own without somebody’s reinforcements, like, look at me, I do anything I want…ANYTHING! And if somebody would tell me I’m doing everything wrong, do you think I care? No! ‘cause imma be like “Fuck you. Nobody asked for your opinion, nobody asked you to be born!”

So just feel good about yourself dammit. If you’re desperately dying for this boyfriend, CALM YOUR TITS! AND JUST WAIT. Blog about something good. Blog about why you love yourself. Blog about what’s great about being single. Fantasize your future boyfriend, just don’t feel sorry for yourself okay?