I don’t know what lesson I’m being forced to learn but it’s like every person I talk to ends up screwing me over. At least let me know that you’re with someone else before telling me that you want to be an important part of my life. I don’t care if I’ve only talked to you for 5 minutes. If I seem like I’m into you, I start making preparations for you to be around for the future.
I hate how people try to play games. What are you trying to win exactly? Because at the end of the day, do you really want to be known as the person who didn’t give a shit?
I care. And I don’t care if anyone sees that I care. When I die, I won’t be embarrassed that people know me as the bitch who cared too much.
And I’m not angry at this one person. It’s the actions this person made and it’s the same actions that the past few girls I’ve talked to has made. I’m sick of games, and lying, and cheating. I don’t like being cheated on. The only thing worse is when you’re cheating on someone with ME. I don’t want to be responsible for a heart break. Leave me out of the games. I’ve played it way too many times to the point where I understand the pain it causes. The prize for the game is pain.
So you win. The liars win. The cheaters win. The players win. Go ahead and claim your prize.
I do not want characters that are written to teach straight people that we are “good people” because the logical extension is to blame queer characters (and queer people) for not being good enough."
Sarah Stumpf at bisexual-books.tumblr.com