Soulja Boy Sucks.

Blah blah blah... Past Past Past... Elle spent the past two months mourning the loss of herself. The loss of everything she knew and everything she wanted. There's no reason to finish the story, nothing of any current importance happened between those years in school and right now. Now is the beginning. Maybe now is the everything. Now is where Elle finally finds HERself.

Why is letting go always the most ridiculous thing in the world? Why, when we're in the thick of it, can't we ever manage to remember the times where we thought "Well thank goodness that didn't work out!" I've thought that exact phrase more times than I can count and yet here I am, wanting it to have all worked out the way they said it would. Blah blah blah, just another girl like all the rest with a mashed up pile of potatoes for a heart. Seriously, never thought I'd be "that girl." Never thought I'd be so many things I am now, actually. Single, unemployed, homeless-ish... Yeah, I'm over it. Today I took it all in my hands and threw it all out the window.... into oncoming traffic... on the interstate.... during rush hour... in New Jersey.

Sometimes social networking is the devil. I'm convinced. Facebook, it makes the world turn round, and keeps bringing you down. That's a sweet hook for the next shitty "Soulja Boy" song. Who let that guy get a record deal? Seriously? How can his "people" keep from shooting themselves in the face for producing such shit-tastic songs? "LOL Smiley Face???" Are they kidding me with this? Some douche bag writer actually sat in his studio apartment coming up with lyrics like that and he was serious? It's honestly insulting. "Shorty wanna text me, she say she wanna sex me." Gawwwwd.... fucking ridiculous. If this is what men are turning into, I'm switching teams. I keep thinking someone's going to make a public "Statement" finally telling us it was all an out of hand joke "AAAHAHAHA!"

Soulja Boy sucks.