Heart Breakers
Girls. Fuck 'em.
You find someone who you think is really really special. You spend weeks getting closer and closer and closer until you think "damn... this person is really fucking cool. I would enjoy being with them for a significant portion of the near future." Then all of a sudden, "Oh, you're a COMPLETELY different person than I first thought. Well, shit, I guess that's cool. I'm just gonna go over here and be pissed off for a little bit."
I'm over it though. I had a tough time deciding whether she was worth kicking the shit out of some kid for, and then I decided... Oh wait, I can kick the shit out of him, make you feel bad because you don't want to accept what you really are and what you're doing to other people, and then get the fuck over it and get on with my life.
Good luck to that kid on getting out of this with all of his teeth still intact. Oh well, I'm coming home this weekend and I'm gonna get over that like it never even happened.
God damn why does this always happen to me? I swear to god I'm too romantic for my own damn good. I'm always getting hurt when I have no right to do so. Just because I talk to some girl and hang out with her for awhile and sleep in her bed and have a few heart-to-heart talks with her doesn't mean that she belongs to me or anything. Why do I give a shit if she's all over some guy who just so happens to be a very good friend of mine. One of my newest ex-best friends now that I mention it.
God damn.
I mean now that I type it out like that I guess it does make some sense. I get too close and attached to people. I guess it's because I'm so good at talking to people. I can get to know someone better than their best friend in minutes just because I know what to ask to make people reveal what they really want to reveal and I have the capacity to listen to it because I really do care. Oh well, I guess I'll just go through hurt after hurt until I build a callous around my heart thick enough to be an asshole just like every other guy. I mean, shit, why bother getting to know someone when you can just get drunk and fuck around with them no strings attached, right? That's what I'm supposed to be thinking right?
Just in case anyone was wondering, when you have to wake up your best friend at 2:30 in the morning and make them tell you that they love you, you have had a bad night.
Whatever, I'm going home.
You find someone who you think is really really special. You spend weeks getting closer and closer and closer until you think "damn... this person is really fucking cool. I would enjoy being with them for a significant portion of the near future." Then all of a sudden, "Oh, you're a COMPLETELY different person than I first thought. Well, shit, I guess that's cool. I'm just gonna go over here and be pissed off for a little bit."
I'm over it though. I had a tough time deciding whether she was worth kicking the shit out of some kid for, and then I decided... Oh wait, I can kick the shit out of him, make you feel bad because you don't want to accept what you really are and what you're doing to other people, and then get the fuck over it and get on with my life.
Good luck to that kid on getting out of this with all of his teeth still intact. Oh well, I'm coming home this weekend and I'm gonna get over that like it never even happened.
God damn why does this always happen to me? I swear to god I'm too romantic for my own damn good. I'm always getting hurt when I have no right to do so. Just because I talk to some girl and hang out with her for awhile and sleep in her bed and have a few heart-to-heart talks with her doesn't mean that she belongs to me or anything. Why do I give a shit if she's all over some guy who just so happens to be a very good friend of mine. One of my newest ex-best friends now that I mention it.
God damn.
I mean now that I type it out like that I guess it does make some sense. I get too close and attached to people. I guess it's because I'm so good at talking to people. I can get to know someone better than their best friend in minutes just because I know what to ask to make people reveal what they really want to reveal and I have the capacity to listen to it because I really do care. Oh well, I guess I'll just go through hurt after hurt until I build a callous around my heart thick enough to be an asshole just like every other guy. I mean, shit, why bother getting to know someone when you can just get drunk and fuck around with them no strings attached, right? That's what I'm supposed to be thinking right?
Just in case anyone was wondering, when you have to wake up your best friend at 2:30 in the morning and make them tell you that they love you, you have had a bad night.
Whatever, I'm going home.