Expectations
I'm honestly not surprised. Not at all. In fact, I should've expected this of you. You ALWAYS do this to me. And I'm fucking sick of it.
You and that whatever break up, you call/text me, acting all distraught and morose.
We talk and it's awesome for like two days.
AND THEN YOU DON'T TALK TO ME FOR THREE WEEKS?!?!?
What the hell?!
Did I do something to offend you? Was inviting you down to visit me too much? Because you seemed pretty interested on the phone! And I had many things planned for when you did come down. Many FUN things for us to do. Places to go, natural wonders to see, things to do.
And now, because you are being the biggest prat this side of the Atlantic, none of that will be yours. I'm rescinding the offer of my v-card. Yups. No longer yours. Hahahahahaha. Too bad for you.
So you, sir, are the one who lost out on this endeavor. So the next time you break-up with a tart, don't come crying to me. At least, not until you know if you want to be friends with me or something else. Because being a dick is not something that I value in a friend.
Anywho, another expectation that was dashed upon the rocks was me getting a car. My parents have been saying "well, maybe, we'll see" since I was SEVENTEEN. It's kind of ridiculous. And my roommates and I talked about this the other day. That even if I did get the grades you wanted me to last semester, I STILL wouldn't have gotten that damn car. And I don't know why I can't have one now. NOTHING has changed financially. You guys aren't even paying my rent this year, I am.
And honestly, I am seriously reminded of that time in high school where mom said that we didn't have the money to buy me pants but yet you can go out and get a flat screen tv? wtf. And let me think what you're doing with the money that couldn't be spent on me. I know, you're faffing about buying iPods. Really dad? An iPod? This is stupid.
I am just so sick of everyone dicking around with me. I'm fed up with it. Done, NO MORE.
Oh yeah, and just for good measure: fuck you, Paul. You're a first rate twat waffle that needs to be beaten with the common sense stick a couple hundred times. I hope you read this just so you can see ALL that you're missing out on, you PONCE!
You and that whatever break up, you call/text me, acting all distraught and morose.
We talk and it's awesome for like two days.
AND THEN YOU DON'T TALK TO ME FOR THREE WEEKS?!?!?
What the hell?!
Did I do something to offend you? Was inviting you down to visit me too much? Because you seemed pretty interested on the phone! And I had many things planned for when you did come down. Many FUN things for us to do. Places to go, natural wonders to see, things to do.
And now, because you are being the biggest prat this side of the Atlantic, none of that will be yours. I'm rescinding the offer of my v-card. Yups. No longer yours. Hahahahahaha. Too bad for you.
So you, sir, are the one who lost out on this endeavor. So the next time you break-up with a tart, don't come crying to me. At least, not until you know if you want to be friends with me or something else. Because being a dick is not something that I value in a friend.
Anywho, another expectation that was dashed upon the rocks was me getting a car. My parents have been saying "well, maybe, we'll see" since I was SEVENTEEN. It's kind of ridiculous. And my roommates and I talked about this the other day. That even if I did get the grades you wanted me to last semester, I STILL wouldn't have gotten that damn car. And I don't know why I can't have one now. NOTHING has changed financially. You guys aren't even paying my rent this year, I am.
And honestly, I am seriously reminded of that time in high school where mom said that we didn't have the money to buy me pants but yet you can go out and get a flat screen tv? wtf. And let me think what you're doing with the money that couldn't be spent on me. I know, you're faffing about buying iPods. Really dad? An iPod? This is stupid.
I am just so sick of everyone dicking around with me. I'm fed up with it. Done, NO MORE.
Oh yeah, and just for good measure: fuck you, Paul. You're a first rate twat waffle that needs to be beaten with the common sense stick a couple hundred times. I hope you read this just so you can see ALL that you're missing out on, you PONCE!