The tipsy post~
You know, there's someone I know whom I'd cut off my arm to exchange places with, but what does he do? Bitch and whine about how "his life sucks and how he's going to be lonely for the rest of his life".
Baloney.
You passed up getting screwed when you share a tent with 9 girls? Aw, hell naw. If you weren't wrapped up in those little things you think complete you, you'd open up your eyes and see that "there is definitely more to life than this".
I've passed through this emo stage, and by golly, I feel revitalized. I sure as heck don't want to be in that dark place, stuck to singing Simple Plan and Linkin Park all through my miserable existence. Hate it. It's no place you want to be. Self-pity is evil. I've dug myself out of that pit, and what I want most is to see someone I see as a friend dig his own ass out of the morass of emo madness.
But what do you do if he doesn't dig himself out of said pit, and doesn't need your help? I guess that's his life, let him drown in emotionalism, but that's not how poor altruistic me would react... 'd pull him out, by hook or by crook, sue me if you want to, but friends don't let friends become emo!
Aside from that, quit being damn antagonistic and confrontational to the people around you! That kind of attitude doesn't make friends, buddy. While I do not have friends as of press time, let me assure you: my attitude has changed. I'm no longer the whiny emo bastard you knew. My eyes are open. The world is more colorful than you would dare to imagine, when I had warned you about cutting off that long-distance "relationship" yourself so you'd be able to gauge the pain (pain is easier to handle somewhat if it's self inflicted), you didn't. Now I'm not gloating over how you feel; I know what it's like, and it hurts as hell. Come on, you say you're smart, why play the dumb role? People may be more vicious than you may think, but they are also capable of such concern, which I'm showing now.
(Anyhow, this concern is so that you won't make a monkey out of yourself when I bring in the big guns after inviting you to my birthday. B33R [and it's ilk] DEFINITELY included.)
So please, stop it. I'm going to sacrifice you to the great tentacled God of Hentai from that Hokusai woodblock print so you stop this emotionalism. Self-flagellation is no way to live.
Baloney.
You passed up getting screwed when you share a tent with 9 girls? Aw, hell naw. If you weren't wrapped up in those little things you think complete you, you'd open up your eyes and see that "there is definitely more to life than this".
I've passed through this emo stage, and by golly, I feel revitalized. I sure as heck don't want to be in that dark place, stuck to singing Simple Plan and Linkin Park all through my miserable existence. Hate it. It's no place you want to be. Self-pity is evil. I've dug myself out of that pit, and what I want most is to see someone I see as a friend dig his own ass out of the morass of emo madness.
But what do you do if he doesn't dig himself out of said pit, and doesn't need your help? I guess that's his life, let him drown in emotionalism, but that's not how poor altruistic me would react... 'd pull him out, by hook or by crook, sue me if you want to, but friends don't let friends become emo!
Aside from that, quit being damn antagonistic and confrontational to the people around you! That kind of attitude doesn't make friends, buddy. While I do not have friends as of press time, let me assure you: my attitude has changed. I'm no longer the whiny emo bastard you knew. My eyes are open. The world is more colorful than you would dare to imagine, when I had warned you about cutting off that long-distance "relationship" yourself so you'd be able to gauge the pain (pain is easier to handle somewhat if it's self inflicted), you didn't. Now I'm not gloating over how you feel; I know what it's like, and it hurts as hell. Come on, you say you're smart, why play the dumb role? People may be more vicious than you may think, but they are also capable of such concern, which I'm showing now.
(Anyhow, this concern is so that you won't make a monkey out of yourself when I bring in the big guns after inviting you to my birthday. B33R [and it's ilk] DEFINITELY included.)
So please, stop it. I'm going to sacrifice you to the great tentacled God of Hentai from that Hokusai woodblock print so you stop this emotionalism. Self-flagellation is no way to live.