Four years ago you should’ve been mine. Then none of this shit would’ve happened.
As you start to age, graduate college. When you get ready to settle down. When you stumble home from the bar, and walk into an empty apartment with no girl waiting in bed for you, you’ll think of me. When you come home from work with an empty stomach and are forced to eat frozen dinners by the glimmer of the TV screen, you will think of me. And when you are old and alone, or old and with some miserable hag who can’t manage to lift a finger for you, you will think of me.
I have bent backwards for every guy who has ever came into my life, whether it be a friend, a crush, or a boyfriend, and I have always been taken for granted. But one day, everyone is going to realize how great I was, how sweet and sexy and kind. And by then, I’ll be settled down and living my dreams. So live it up now, boys. Because only a few years down the road, you’ll be thinking of me. Sucks to suck.
