Oh My.

When Sam slapped me into a blogging mood, oh goodness did he slap me into a blogging mood.

WARNING. This isn't based on anyone in particular--just thoughts that have accumulated over time, being spilled out in one sitting.

I'm so tired of being "the friend". Guys complain about it all the time, but guess what boys, you do it to us as well. It's not that I don't love sitting here, talking to you about whatever has got you down, but I just want to be able to be seen as more than the friend. I'm tired of sitting back and helping you get with the girl you want all the while watching the boy I want fly by.

I want a relationship. I don't know exactly how to explain it, but I'm done with being single. I want to be like every other high school girl for once and flash around the boy friend. For once, I want to be normal.

And now I sound like every other retarded high school-er that's so desperate to enter a relationship. That knowledge is what slaps me in the face and reminds me--I am merely a capricious, confused, little teenager who needs to remember her place in the world. That's such a frustrating realization.