N.S.
You.
How dare you.
You hurt her...--correction--you hurt her again. You want us to be happy for you because when you ditched us you 'broke out' and talked to people you didn't know. New people. Complete strangers. All while ditching us. Guess what? We timed you. We left and went to my truck and sat for an hour before you bothered to call and see if we were even still around.
You asked us if we hate you because of that. She said 'no' I didn't answer. She lied, and I do, goddammit, so I hope those new people you met can replace us because we don't want to come back. Three of us together have reduced you to a two-dimensional personality: completely shallow and completely predictable. My own naive nature would make me come to expect the best out of people, and yet time and time again I find myself expecting the worst of you. I hope you aren't surprised at this because I most certainly am not.
Did you notice that I haven't been talking to you online? I know you did, in fact, because you finally asked me why I wasn't talking. Well I made this promise to myself: I refuse to talk to you anymore regarding your hair, or your relationships. You only ever talk about yourself, which is surprising, because you're actually such a boring person that you shouldn't have much to talk about.
You're damn lucky I gave you a ride home because I definitely wasn't going to. I did know, however, if I left without you, you'd be stranded. You told me to call you when we were ready to go. We went to retrieve you and fought our way through the collection of fan girls you developed. You acknowledged that we were ready to go and within 2 minutes were back to talking to your groupies. Detach them from your dick for two seconds and acknowledge our presence, fucker.
I hear you made out with some girl and a guy named alex, too. Congratulations! Now you must be bi, right? Wrong, attention whore. Interesting that you said you were going to break up with your girlfriend in 12 hours during the ride home because you told Devon you broke up with her two days ago. Well, which is it? Personally, I believe you've now managed to cheat on her three times, now.
You deserve no girlfriends. You don't deserve anything that you do have. And what's the most upsetting, is that there's nothing I can do to stop you from getting them. Your pretty face overpowers my own hatred, and that's pretty sad.
I heard the word 'asshole' emit from your mouth countless times in response to everything I had to say that night. Could it be because I was right? Perhaps because I was simply too sarcastic for you? I don't know, and I don't care because you're the asshole in this situation. Don't -ever- ask me for a ride anywhere again. And quit telling me to eat shit when I say something less-than-postive to you. Quite frankly, I don't want to eat shit because I've already had enough of yours.
I've constantly said I never get angry. I always get annoyed instead, but right now, I'm most definitely furious.
It's okay, though, because last night after you were long gone, me and her made out because we know in our hearts that we're above you, and I'm pretty sure we both kiss better than you do.
Next time, watch your step out of my truck and out of my life, motherfucker.
How dare you.
You hurt her...--correction--you hurt her again. You want us to be happy for you because when you ditched us you 'broke out' and talked to people you didn't know. New people. Complete strangers. All while ditching us. Guess what? We timed you. We left and went to my truck and sat for an hour before you bothered to call and see if we were even still around.
You asked us if we hate you because of that. She said 'no' I didn't answer. She lied, and I do, goddammit, so I hope those new people you met can replace us because we don't want to come back. Three of us together have reduced you to a two-dimensional personality: completely shallow and completely predictable. My own naive nature would make me come to expect the best out of people, and yet time and time again I find myself expecting the worst of you. I hope you aren't surprised at this because I most certainly am not.
Did you notice that I haven't been talking to you online? I know you did, in fact, because you finally asked me why I wasn't talking. Well I made this promise to myself: I refuse to talk to you anymore regarding your hair, or your relationships. You only ever talk about yourself, which is surprising, because you're actually such a boring person that you shouldn't have much to talk about.
You're damn lucky I gave you a ride home because I definitely wasn't going to. I did know, however, if I left without you, you'd be stranded. You told me to call you when we were ready to go. We went to retrieve you and fought our way through the collection of fan girls you developed. You acknowledged that we were ready to go and within 2 minutes were back to talking to your groupies. Detach them from your dick for two seconds and acknowledge our presence, fucker.
I hear you made out with some girl and a guy named alex, too. Congratulations! Now you must be bi, right? Wrong, attention whore. Interesting that you said you were going to break up with your girlfriend in 12 hours during the ride home because you told Devon you broke up with her two days ago. Well, which is it? Personally, I believe you've now managed to cheat on her three times, now.
You deserve no girlfriends. You don't deserve anything that you do have. And what's the most upsetting, is that there's nothing I can do to stop you from getting them. Your pretty face overpowers my own hatred, and that's pretty sad.
I heard the word 'asshole' emit from your mouth countless times in response to everything I had to say that night. Could it be because I was right? Perhaps because I was simply too sarcastic for you? I don't know, and I don't care because you're the asshole in this situation. Don't -ever- ask me for a ride anywhere again. And quit telling me to eat shit when I say something less-than-postive to you. Quite frankly, I don't want to eat shit because I've already had enough of yours.
I've constantly said I never get angry. I always get annoyed instead, but right now, I'm most definitely furious.
It's okay, though, because last night after you were long gone, me and her made out because we know in our hearts that we're above you, and I'm pretty sure we both kiss better than you do.
Next time, watch your step out of my truck and out of my life, motherfucker.