#string me along

If it's meant to be, then maybe one day, he said. Okay, she said, flooded again with hope.

Fickle men, fickle women, fickle people, fickle. When did fickleness become the running theme? I long for the days when men told you how they felt, when women let you know exactly where they stood, when people didn’t give a fuck and just laid it all out there. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not good at deciphering the elusive language of Fickle. I just need someone, anyone to tell me, point blank. Where we are? What we are doing, and why we are here? Fickledy fuck! It’s not that hard. Fuck fickle.