I'm dying. But that's okay, because I don't wanna live anymore.
Hey, guys. What's up. It's me, Moonpie. Remember, the one with the strong sarcastic attitude entries and random lines that I thought were cool? Didn't think so.
I have come to tell you a story. It's about an event that changed my life. Quite possibly the most deepest of deep intimate emotions. I want everyone to read this, which is why I didn't bother to cut it. Everyone needs to know, I'm not going to be the same person. Here it goes.
Ashley and I were missing something. For those of you who don't know, Ashley is my girlfriend. I was beginning to feel a very serious slump, we would fight, bitch, do dumb stuff, etc. I felt like it was nearing it's last rites, but I clung on with hope. One day I just up and decided to clean the house while she was away. I did my hair the way she liked, and I cleaned the place so hard.
I reached under the couch, as I saw a little piece of paper. Naturally, I decided to read it, just for fun:
"I can't remember when I felt so good as the way she makes me feel. Sometimes I can't remember feeling so bad about something I have done to Scott. I can't feel bad about the actual kiss, I feel bad about my friend, at what it will do to him when he finds out. I don't want my friend hurt, but... I think I want his girlfriend. What the fuck do I do?"
Now, this struck me as a little funny, but I didn't really let it get to me. I'm sure there was some explaining to do from both of them...
So, when Ash got home, I sat her down and talked to her about it. She told me some bullshit about kissing, and then she told me that he felt her up. She then told me that she saw his penis. My heart begins to sink into the ground as I know the inevitable will happen. When Geddy got here, I sat him down and talked to him about it. I forced him to tell me every little detail (talk to me somewhere else if you really want to hear it, it hurts me to think about it) until he cried and left. Basically, it was NOT just a kiss.
The feelings that rage through me were worse than anything I had ever felt before. Blood red violent anger, destructive thoughts, images of the Great Wall of China and the World Trade Center being destroyed by my very hands. I wanted to take everything I've ever seen and smash it all to pieces. They had ruined a beautiful relationship, both between Ash and I and Geddy and I. What the fuck do I do?
The three days that it took me to recollect myself were hell. I wasn't really alive, my emotions refused to work and my body refused to eat. I saw black and white and heard ambient noise. I wanted to push Geddy against a wall, draw my blade and hold it stabbing-distance from his throat. I wanted to say "Give me five reasons why I shouldn't stab you in the mouth", but I didn't. I chilled, I took it easy. That was probably the best way to do that.
I noticed that Ashley looked the same as me. I can really tell, she felt horrible about it. She fainted, three times, when she talked about it. I eventually brought up that I may break up with her. Her cry, god, I remember that cry. It's a cry of true desperation, the thought of losing something you love just on a whim. I felt it, deep in my heart. She was really sorry. After talking about it for a little more, I decided to stick around with her. I made it extremely clear that if it ever happens again, I will not hesitate. She understands.
As for Geddy, I don't want to see his face around so much. He constantly bothers me and my real friends when we're hanging out, and we really just don't want to see him. He also pissed off a bunch of people by saying "I'm in hell." in a normal conversation. I hoped to god that his emotions were bleeding. I hoped to *god* he was in hell.
Ashley and I have made up since then, and we have devised a plan to spend more time with the other. Even though I made her tell everyone she knew, including the old lady she used to live with. I'd hate to admit this, but I just wanted to bring her down as much as possible. People are since calling us "disgustingly cute", as we will break up conversation with other people just to talk between ourselves. I'm constantly glowing with this better feeling, like I have some real hope in my future. Everything feels better.
Oh, and special thanks to Mooch an' Adriel, Salvitore, Dottie, Buttons, and Adrian, for helping us out sooo much in the matter. You're my favorites!
And this concludes my experience. Thank you for reading, if you did. I was meaning to write something like this a little sooner, but since I smoke pot every day I never really got around to it. So, yeah. I'm just... not what I used to be. Get to know me now, I'm sure you'll like me a lot more. Oh, and to the asshole that just prank called my girlfriend's cell phone, I sent the cops over your way. Hope it was fun!
I have come to tell you a story. It's about an event that changed my life. Quite possibly the most deepest of deep intimate emotions. I want everyone to read this, which is why I didn't bother to cut it. Everyone needs to know, I'm not going to be the same person. Here it goes.
Ashley and I were missing something. For those of you who don't know, Ashley is my girlfriend. I was beginning to feel a very serious slump, we would fight, bitch, do dumb stuff, etc. I felt like it was nearing it's last rites, but I clung on with hope. One day I just up and decided to clean the house while she was away. I did my hair the way she liked, and I cleaned the place so hard.
I reached under the couch, as I saw a little piece of paper. Naturally, I decided to read it, just for fun:
"I can't remember when I felt so good as the way she makes me feel. Sometimes I can't remember feeling so bad about something I have done to Scott. I can't feel bad about the actual kiss, I feel bad about my friend, at what it will do to him when he finds out. I don't want my friend hurt, but... I think I want his girlfriend. What the fuck do I do?"
Now, this struck me as a little funny, but I didn't really let it get to me. I'm sure there was some explaining to do from both of them...
So, when Ash got home, I sat her down and talked to her about it. She told me some bullshit about kissing, and then she told me that he felt her up. She then told me that she saw his penis. My heart begins to sink into the ground as I know the inevitable will happen. When Geddy got here, I sat him down and talked to him about it. I forced him to tell me every little detail (talk to me somewhere else if you really want to hear it, it hurts me to think about it) until he cried and left. Basically, it was NOT just a kiss.
The feelings that rage through me were worse than anything I had ever felt before. Blood red violent anger, destructive thoughts, images of the Great Wall of China and the World Trade Center being destroyed by my very hands. I wanted to take everything I've ever seen and smash it all to pieces. They had ruined a beautiful relationship, both between Ash and I and Geddy and I. What the fuck do I do?
The three days that it took me to recollect myself were hell. I wasn't really alive, my emotions refused to work and my body refused to eat. I saw black and white and heard ambient noise. I wanted to push Geddy against a wall, draw my blade and hold it stabbing-distance from his throat. I wanted to say "Give me five reasons why I shouldn't stab you in the mouth", but I didn't. I chilled, I took it easy. That was probably the best way to do that.
I noticed that Ashley looked the same as me. I can really tell, she felt horrible about it. She fainted, three times, when she talked about it. I eventually brought up that I may break up with her. Her cry, god, I remember that cry. It's a cry of true desperation, the thought of losing something you love just on a whim. I felt it, deep in my heart. She was really sorry. After talking about it for a little more, I decided to stick around with her. I made it extremely clear that if it ever happens again, I will not hesitate. She understands.
As for Geddy, I don't want to see his face around so much. He constantly bothers me and my real friends when we're hanging out, and we really just don't want to see him. He also pissed off a bunch of people by saying "I'm in hell." in a normal conversation. I hoped to god that his emotions were bleeding. I hoped to *god* he was in hell.
Ashley and I have made up since then, and we have devised a plan to spend more time with the other. Even though I made her tell everyone she knew, including the old lady she used to live with. I'd hate to admit this, but I just wanted to bring her down as much as possible. People are since calling us "disgustingly cute", as we will break up conversation with other people just to talk between ourselves. I'm constantly glowing with this better feeling, like I have some real hope in my future. Everything feels better.
Oh, and special thanks to Mooch an' Adriel, Salvitore, Dottie, Buttons, and Adrian, for helping us out sooo much in the matter. You're my favorites!
And this concludes my experience. Thank you for reading, if you did. I was meaning to write something like this a little sooner, but since I smoke pot every day I never really got around to it. So, yeah. I'm just... not what I used to be. Get to know me now, I'm sure you'll like me a lot more. Oh, and to the asshole that just prank called my girlfriend's cell phone, I sent the cops over your way. Hope it was fun!