Boys suck.

For all of you who think that sounds bitter, piss off, this is MY blog and I get to sound however I want. I am young and innocent I have recently come to accept that, but that aside my 22 years have not equipped me with the knowledge to understand or deal well with the opposite sex. Why is it that when things seem to be going well, he's calling, you hang out a lot suddenly there is a weird vibe and instead of cuddling you are on separate couches. *SUCK* What erks me most is that this particular guy has done this to me before, like a month ago, how in holy hell did I get here again?!? The best relationship I have to date is with what has been jokingly termed my "fake boyfriend," a term which kind of makes me sad, but I have learned to cope. I feel frustrated and *insert word here, because I can't think of one that does justice to my true feelings.* I just went for a run to try and vent, I got back at 4am for those who were wondering and I still don't feel calm enough to shower and go to sleep. I hate this feeling, but much more I really dislike the cause of it. I might be taking a break from boys for a while to sort out my position on their worthiness to roam the earth . . . like an hour or two.