Because I Always Care More About You Than I
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Today I asked that Stephanie girl out, finally. She said "no" at almost the same time I uttered "me." I must admit, it feels a lot better without the pressure of trying to impress. But it feels bad, to know that I can be rejected even by a somewhat dingy, freshman chick. I'm a real prize, eh? Back on the saddle again tomorrow, though I don't know which way I may go. Certainly not towards any women; unless I want to slip in their vomit, spewed like torrents of sewage from pouty, red lips upon just the fuzzy, peripheral sight of my truly horrendous image.
Today I asked that Stephanie girl out, finally. She said "no" at almost the same time I uttered "me." I must admit, it feels a lot better without the pressure of trying to impress. But it feels bad, to know that I can be rejected even by a somewhat dingy, freshman chick. I'm a real prize, eh? Back on the saddle again tomorrow, though I don't know which way I may go. Certainly not towards any women; unless I want to slip in their vomit, spewed like torrents of sewage from pouty, red lips upon just the fuzzy, peripheral sight of my truly horrendous image.