Operation Get What I Want

Irony , is that fate or luck ?

I feel , trapped. Like I'm stuck in some land where I'm lost and confused. I know what I want, but what I want no longer wants me. See, sometimes it's not the best idea to tell your friends about that anonymous person who happens to drive you in circles; their advice just might happen to make some sense.

That's right. It was shoved in my face that I was punk'd. Well, that's the nice way of saying it. Trust is crucial for any relationship to survive, but this one was based on infatuation. Or maybe more, but i doubt that those "extra" feelings mean anything now. So what have I done to profess my love?

REBEL: That's me. A rebel? I guess, but really what else could i do. Suffer? Mope? Be miserable? Not a chance. So I made it my mission to pick myself up. Operation: "Get what I want." Did I get what I wanted? Not a friggen chance. Only, it got worst. Idiot should be my middle name, cause I seriously don't know what I'm trying to prove.

This leaves us at a . . . or maybe a period. But whatever it means, it sucks. The End. Cause I want more, yeah I'm greedy but they all love it.