Fucking Hell...
I'm over him. OVER. And he's just been nothing but a jerk since he turned me down, so I'm ignoring it. I really am. Trying to at least.
Starts whining about how he's thinking of transferring because "no one here wants to date" him. WHILE I'M IN THE FUCKING ROOM. How is that even...ARGH!
I can't take his constant whining, his (unrequited) crush on my roommate, his whining (oh, did I mention that already?)...
Because my self-esteem OBVIOUSLY needs more kicking down. It's bad enough I'm stressed out and feeling down about myself, and that I found out that my pants from a year and a half ago don't even remotely fit, and I KNOW my eating habits are ridiculously unhealthy right now, and I just had surgery, but obviously I need a reminder that the most fucking desperate guy on campus doesn't want to date me.
Just fuck you, dude.
< /if you can't rant to your LJ, who can you rant to?>
Starts whining about how he's thinking of transferring because "no one here wants to date" him. WHILE I'M IN THE FUCKING ROOM. How is that even...ARGH!
I can't take his constant whining, his (unrequited) crush on my roommate, his whining (oh, did I mention that already?)...
Because my self-esteem OBVIOUSLY needs more kicking down. It's bad enough I'm stressed out and feeling down about myself, and that I found out that my pants from a year and a half ago don't even remotely fit, and I KNOW my eating habits are ridiculously unhealthy right now, and I just had surgery, but obviously I need a reminder that the most fucking desperate guy on campus doesn't want to date me.
Just fuck you, dude.
< /if you can't rant to your LJ, who can you rant to?>