Pfff

Oh man, this is just so typical. So I had this huge crush on a pretty punkish boy in my second and third year of university, right? Well, on Thursdasy and Friday of last week Demi and some of our friends went out (I didn't go because on Thursday I was too tired and on Friday I had my American relatives over for dinner) and she saw him on both nights. Dancing in a very suggestive way... with another boy.

Now, the slasher in me says "Daaamn, I would've loved to see that, it must've been hot!" But another part just thinks "Why? Why? Can't I fall for someone who actually might like me for once?" *headdesk*

It just proves I was right when I said I didn't have any chance with him. *sigh*

And how come I was such a damn joker last night? I hadn't been so talkative in ages. I blame it all on the grapefruit juice.

Also, eryka_59 asked me to post a picture of how my tattoo looks now that it's healed, so here it is. :)

( Angel? Devil? A bit of both? )