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At the beginning of this weekend, I thought I was out of love for Jasmine.
July 1st
I had a four hour nap during the beginning of my 8 hour shift. When I awoke, I called out so I could have a good time with Zach at a huge party. Once I had had a few, I began to notice all of the amazing beautiful people that a shallow person invites to his parties. I made out with a gorgeous drunk chick from Gray. She was 24. By the end of the night, I had felt great about myself.
July 2nd
My band had a decent practice. I got to hang out with Zach and the girl I've had a crush on for 3 or 4 years. I kissed her. Three or four times.
July 3rd
Me and Jasmine cried together once again about how I was beginning to think of her only as a friend(that lasted for way too long). I left, called out of work, and hung out with Zach. Around 11:57pm, Ryan Coffin told Zach online that I needed to go and pick up Jasmine from there.
July 4th
Jasmine and I formed an agreement(after much debate) that we were breaking it off. Later, after 7 hours of work, I was let out early. I headed over to a guys house(where drinking was a regular deal). Zach and a few friends were already there. Jasmine and her posse(Becky and Whitney) showed up. It was awkward, and somehow I knew that things would happen that night where someone would take jealousy too far.
It started with a simple kissing game called Spin-the-bottle. Then a fullscale makeout party erupted. I knew that my crush was there, and I was hoping I could get at least a little kiss from her. Guys were kissing. Girls were kissing. It heated up. There was rubbing. Rolling on the floor. Grabbing. Slobbering. Hands under shirts. Hands in pants...
Eventually, people started heading into rooms. I admit, it felt good to try kissing other people for the first time in 7 months. I managed to open the door to see some sluts sucking off a man. That image will be forever burning in my skull. Everytime I see it in my head, I just start to cry.
Then, somehow the news came that my best friend had fucked the girl I had loved for the past 6 months and 3 weeks of my life. Feeling crushed and betrayed, I freaked. I've never screamed at her before that night. In my primal rage I managed to punch something that wouldn't budge. One of the beams on the porch crunched my left index finger. My crush took me to the hospital. I came back to learn that the two people that had betrayed me had left for a walk. After a little while, I felt somewhat sober, so I went down to my car. Once in the confines of the vehicle, I just started bawling and punching the seats that my lover and I had sat on so happily. A moment later, I looked up to see them standing outside my drivers window. I yelled some random words of rancor and, after many moments of fumbling with the keys, my tires screeched out of there.
On the way home, I passed an 18-wheeler doing 75mph. I had a few brief thoughts of just ending my pain. Once home, I crawled up the stairs and just cried and cried. I would later find out that while my so-called best friend was fucking her, he was telling her things about me that I hadn't revealed. Things like my crush. Things about me being a dick. Also, once I had left, THEY FUCKED AGAIN. Just a minor detail.
I'm shaking so bad. As the details of the night slowly unfold(in my head and from the witnesses) I realize how I've been wasting my time hanging out with this asshole who turned the one girl that I have fallen in love and turned her into a fucking PIECE OF ASS.
Goodbye Zach
July 1st
I had a four hour nap during the beginning of my 8 hour shift. When I awoke, I called out so I could have a good time with Zach at a huge party. Once I had had a few, I began to notice all of the amazing beautiful people that a shallow person invites to his parties. I made out with a gorgeous drunk chick from Gray. She was 24. By the end of the night, I had felt great about myself.
July 2nd
My band had a decent practice. I got to hang out with Zach and the girl I've had a crush on for 3 or 4 years. I kissed her. Three or four times.
July 3rd
Me and Jasmine cried together once again about how I was beginning to think of her only as a friend(that lasted for way too long). I left, called out of work, and hung out with Zach. Around 11:57pm, Ryan Coffin told Zach online that I needed to go and pick up Jasmine from there.
July 4th
Jasmine and I formed an agreement(after much debate) that we were breaking it off. Later, after 7 hours of work, I was let out early. I headed over to a guys house(where drinking was a regular deal). Zach and a few friends were already there. Jasmine and her posse(Becky and Whitney) showed up. It was awkward, and somehow I knew that things would happen that night where someone would take jealousy too far.
It started with a simple kissing game called Spin-the-bottle. Then a fullscale makeout party erupted. I knew that my crush was there, and I was hoping I could get at least a little kiss from her. Guys were kissing. Girls were kissing. It heated up. There was rubbing. Rolling on the floor. Grabbing. Slobbering. Hands under shirts. Hands in pants...
Eventually, people started heading into rooms. I admit, it felt good to try kissing other people for the first time in 7 months. I managed to open the door to see some sluts sucking off a man. That image will be forever burning in my skull. Everytime I see it in my head, I just start to cry.
Then, somehow the news came that my best friend had fucked the girl I had loved for the past 6 months and 3 weeks of my life. Feeling crushed and betrayed, I freaked. I've never screamed at her before that night. In my primal rage I managed to punch something that wouldn't budge. One of the beams on the porch crunched my left index finger. My crush took me to the hospital. I came back to learn that the two people that had betrayed me had left for a walk. After a little while, I felt somewhat sober, so I went down to my car. Once in the confines of the vehicle, I just started bawling and punching the seats that my lover and I had sat on so happily. A moment later, I looked up to see them standing outside my drivers window. I yelled some random words of rancor and, after many moments of fumbling with the keys, my tires screeched out of there.
On the way home, I passed an 18-wheeler doing 75mph. I had a few brief thoughts of just ending my pain. Once home, I crawled up the stairs and just cried and cried. I would later find out that while my so-called best friend was fucking her, he was telling her things about me that I hadn't revealed. Things like my crush. Things about me being a dick. Also, once I had left, THEY FUCKED AGAIN. Just a minor detail.
I'm shaking so bad. As the details of the night slowly unfold(in my head and from the witnesses) I realize how I've been wasting my time hanging out with this asshole who turned the one girl that I have fallen in love and turned her into a fucking PIECE OF ASS.
Goodbye Zach