Sequel: Another Sentimental Argument ›
Best Thing In Town
One.
Her.
I don’t need anyone but myself. I can function just fine without having to rely on anyone, y’know. Those girls who swoon over their boyfriends and absolutely “die” if their boy does so much as look at another girl, make me sick. I feel bad for them. Can’t stand up on their own two feet. Sure, boys are nice to look at, but the boys around here. They just aren’t my type. Maybe I’m being too picky. Maybe I’m just unattractive. Oh well, I don’t need anybody.
Him.
I’ve had so many girls. So many of the same girls. All they wanna do is kiss me and brag to their girl friends. Then I break up with them because of “personality differences” and they get all upset. What did they think? That we’d last forever? More like a week. I don’t know why I do this to myself. Maybe I’m shallow. Maybe I just can’t get anyone better. I want somebody better.
I don’t need anyone but myself. I can function just fine without having to rely on anyone, y’know. Those girls who swoon over their boyfriends and absolutely “die” if their boy does so much as look at another girl, make me sick. I feel bad for them. Can’t stand up on their own two feet. Sure, boys are nice to look at, but the boys around here. They just aren’t my type. Maybe I’m being too picky. Maybe I’m just unattractive. Oh well, I don’t need anybody.
Him.
I’ve had so many girls. So many of the same girls. All they wanna do is kiss me and brag to their girl friends. Then I break up with them because of “personality differences” and they get all upset. What did they think? That we’d last forever? More like a week. I don’t know why I do this to myself. Maybe I’m shallow. Maybe I just can’t get anyone better. I want somebody better.