Holy Settlers.

I feel bad for all of you. Every single one of you. And I apologize.

For the past few posts, I've done nothing but ranted on and on about this awfully annoying little love (you can't even call it that, because "love" isn't even involved) story.

But, being the horrid person that I am (I'm sure we've all established that in the last post) this will be another one of those terribly obnoxious rants that I obviously just need to get out of my system. Alright, here we go:

AHHH!!!!!!

Believe it or not, I screamed it just as I typed it. At the top of my lungs.

Why in the world would I do this to myself? I had made up my mind about my ideal man. I had promised myself that whatever life decided to throw at me, I'd handle by NOT being a holy settler.

HOLY SETTLER: One who becomes "religious" due to influence from certain relationships and is a "could have been".

Promise to shoot me if I decide to settle for something. Please.

Never in a million, would I want to take life throws at me because I believe it's the best someone like me is going to get. NO. I want to be able to choose what I believe to be perfection. For me.

There'll be no settling. I refuse.

AHHHHH!!!!!!