I just don't get it...
Even though she knows about the whole situation and how I'm feeling it hasn't changed a thing. The one night we could have hung out noooo, she had to go to dinner with Mr. Loser. Why, because the fag broke up with her and then was like "OMG, I'm a fag and I should ask her to dinner to talk things out and try to get her back!" Like any other loser guy is. I'm sorry, but once a guy breaks up with me or sleeps with another girl (whatever!) it's the end. They obviously didn't care and they're not going to care. They just want the sex.
BAM! I should write a fucking book about it.
Girls will always complain about guys. Complain about how they don't understand them. Well it's simple. If they're not calling or asking you out...They don't like you. They only want to be friends.
Wow, I'm the greatest now.
So, now the big problem. She HAD to go to dinner with him. Yeah, still MORE IMPORTANT than me. And then, oh...how about after their done with dinner THEY go to the Blue/Gold Game together. Yeah, that made me feel a million times better. Oh, and then when she seen Curtis he asked where I was. Oh, and all she told him was that I say "Hi" and he was disappointed that I wasn' there. He was all "Oh, well tell her hi for me and give her a big hug." I could have so used a big hug from him. All I wanted for that weekend was to see Curtis and to get a BIG hug from him. It's his last season and she's going to ruin the whole thing for me. I just know it.
And yet, here I am. Still all alone. Still sitting here. Waiting for the day she actually wants to hang out with me. Oh, but I have a feeling that won't be any time soon. I'm starting to get really pissed off. I'm tired of having my feelings shoved back down my throat. I'm about to seriously replace her ass because obviously I mean NOTHING to her.
This has crossed my mind more than enough and I just can't keep it in anymore. If I had a fucking penis then she would want to be my friend. Because then at least she'd be getting something that she actually cares about. Oh yes, I'm saying it. The only thing I think she actually cares about is having sex. Yes, sex is more important than having a best friend.
Whatever, I'm done with this whole thing. I'm not going to sit here and be the one she wants to talk to when he's being a fucking dumbass and dumps her and then wants her back the next day. It's her problem and I shouldn't have to sit here and suffer because she's too selfish to remember that she has a FRIEND that would like to maybe be her FRIEND. I'm not the one who's at fault. She has herself to blame for us falling apart.
The sad part is, I feel like I'm breaking up with her. It's pathetic I know. I just don't want to sit around anymore. I can't give up the things I liked to do because she's too busy trying to get some dumbass guy to actually fall for her.
BAM! I should write a fucking book about it.
Girls will always complain about guys. Complain about how they don't understand them. Well it's simple. If they're not calling or asking you out...They don't like you. They only want to be friends.
Wow, I'm the greatest now.
So, now the big problem. She HAD to go to dinner with him. Yeah, still MORE IMPORTANT than me. And then, oh...how about after their done with dinner THEY go to the Blue/Gold Game together. Yeah, that made me feel a million times better. Oh, and then when she seen Curtis he asked where I was. Oh, and all she told him was that I say "Hi" and he was disappointed that I wasn' there. He was all "Oh, well tell her hi for me and give her a big hug." I could have so used a big hug from him. All I wanted for that weekend was to see Curtis and to get a BIG hug from him. It's his last season and she's going to ruin the whole thing for me. I just know it.
And yet, here I am. Still all alone. Still sitting here. Waiting for the day she actually wants to hang out with me. Oh, but I have a feeling that won't be any time soon. I'm starting to get really pissed off. I'm tired of having my feelings shoved back down my throat. I'm about to seriously replace her ass because obviously I mean NOTHING to her.
This has crossed my mind more than enough and I just can't keep it in anymore. If I had a fucking penis then she would want to be my friend. Because then at least she'd be getting something that she actually cares about. Oh yes, I'm saying it. The only thing I think she actually cares about is having sex. Yes, sex is more important than having a best friend.
Whatever, I'm done with this whole thing. I'm not going to sit here and be the one she wants to talk to when he's being a fucking dumbass and dumps her and then wants her back the next day. It's her problem and I shouldn't have to sit here and suffer because she's too selfish to remember that she has a FRIEND that would like to maybe be her FRIEND. I'm not the one who's at fault. She has herself to blame for us falling apart.
The sad part is, I feel like I'm breaking up with her. It's pathetic I know. I just don't want to sit around anymore. I can't give up the things I liked to do because she's too busy trying to get some dumbass guy to actually fall for her.