So about that mattress....
So here we go again. A place where I can say what i want to say and of the few people I was friends with when I started this I am still friends with only one.
I dont talk to erin, i dont talk to rina, i dont talk to marie, i dont talk to the girl who I liked and who liked me and i still managed to screw it up at western.
So it is me. It is me, just like I thought it was and just like no one ever said it was.
I am that ugly, boring, offensive, assholish, cocky, douchy, overweight, or as I think : a combination of all of it.
I haven't been in any serious relationship in I dunno....ever at this point. I got turned down constantly in high school (in the nicest possible way!) and of the GF's I've had most lasted less than the time it would take milk to expire sitting out (under 2 days for those wondering) and in every weird and unexplainable situation imaginable.
I'm lonely, I'm depressed, I'm angry at myself and most of the world for creating this brilliant monster typing.
I could have painted the sistine chapel and instead I fucked up paint by numbers.
Hurr hurr no one will read this and no one will know and even if they did what do I care at this point? They wouldn't have dated me anyways.
Ciao till tomorrow.
I dont talk to erin, i dont talk to rina, i dont talk to marie, i dont talk to the girl who I liked and who liked me and i still managed to screw it up at western.
So it is me. It is me, just like I thought it was and just like no one ever said it was.
I am that ugly, boring, offensive, assholish, cocky, douchy, overweight, or as I think : a combination of all of it.
I haven't been in any serious relationship in I dunno....ever at this point. I got turned down constantly in high school (in the nicest possible way!) and of the GF's I've had most lasted less than the time it would take milk to expire sitting out (under 2 days for those wondering) and in every weird and unexplainable situation imaginable.
I'm lonely, I'm depressed, I'm angry at myself and most of the world for creating this brilliant monster typing.
I could have painted the sistine chapel and instead I fucked up paint by numbers.
Hurr hurr no one will read this and no one will know and even if they did what do I care at this point? They wouldn't have dated me anyways.
Ciao till tomorrow.