Super Hot Boy, meet Cute-but-has-low-self-esteem-Girl.

I have a different thought that came across my blogging part of my mind today.

"Yes". Just one word can change someone's life so drastically. I have made the most important decision in my entire life by uttering one simple word. (Which in my case, was more like this: NA-UH! NO WAY! NA-UH!").

It's such a great time in anyone's life, while it may get stressful sometimes, and cause people (well, mainly sensitive people like me) to cry, it altogether is like the pre-honeymoon phase of a relationship. And I truly am loving every minute of it.

But before you groan, expecting some cheesy love-fest, that's not why I'm here. For no fairytale can be complete (at least in my world) without digging up all the not-so-fairy-like stories of this princess. Because my mind just can't accept being happy.

I have been through hell and back. And not just your average emo, angsty teen bullshit... i have experienced so much more than my nineteen years can possibly fathom... I would be more open about all of it, but alas, I have to save some material for my autobiography. Sorry.

There is one thing that I have no problem sharing, however. It is the same thing that many girls experience, even in their twenties and thirties, and for some stubborn ones, onto their forties and beyond. It's the lovely curse of being USED.
And not the lovely emo-rock band, The Used, for that would be a much better curse. (Many can agree.) No, it's that one thats so simple and almost formulaic, yet we get stumped by it everytime.

Super Hot Boy, meet Cute-but-has-low-self-esteem-Girl.

Ah, and that's where it starts. Let's start with Super-Hot-Boy, SHB for short. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but it just seems like every SHB is automatically programmed for wanting to take advantage. They don't just want to, it's like an addiction... it just feeds them, makes them feel powerful.

WARNING Twilight quote: "I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites
you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of
that. As if you could outrun me. As if you could fight me off. I'm
designed to kill"(Edward).

SHBs are, in their own twisted mental way, predators too. They invite their prey, the Cute Girls, by their face, their hair, their cocky half smile. Everything about them screams sex. And what do the hopeless flies do? They fly right into their web. The web of lies that surround them and thier sexual tension.

They feel loved, the CGs do. They can hear the sweet things whispered in their ears, telling them it is a fairytale. But once they flip to the next page of this tale, It is a much different story. Phone call after phone call, text messages, instant messages.... all fruitless. For the spider has left his web, only to leave you feeling trapped and alone. The story is now over.

It makes no sense to me why this even happens. Why do those flies go back to the web? Why is the spider the way he is? Why why?

I have sat in my room many times, crying over the same thoughts, as my heart slowly mended itself back together.... only to have it happen again, over and over.

I wish I could fix every one of these situations that I see.... for it breaks my heart to see each of those CGs to go through such pain, just like I did, many a times....

So my advice for you is this: Why be just another fly? Why think of yourself as just another Cute Girl? You don't have to. You can be something greater. You, and only You can be a butterfly (and comense the cheezzzee factor, ah ohwell.). Be that beautiful butterfly that is more beautiful than the spider can even imagine and just fly away......