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I hate the fuckers that stole drinks from my bag.
I hate the fucking DJ for not playing Don’t Stop Me Now, in favour of playing Hip Hop, R’n’B, Dance bullshit.
I hate people who listen to Hip Hop, R’n’B, Dance bullshit.
I hate everybody in a relationship.
I hate getting my hopes up about a girl, because I had a good time with her the previous night, when we danced together.
I hate realising the only reason she danced with me, was because her friends, that my friends know, got her to, and she was drunk.
I hate finally working up the courage to talk to the girl I have been interested in all year, only to walk up and find her dancing with another guy.
I hate being fucking depressed about it afterwards.
I hate deciding, after 15 minutes of moping, to go and talk to her again, only to find her making out with another guy.
I hate people who drink more than they can handle.
I hate people getting fucking sick because of it.
I hate having to look after them because of it.
I hate not being thanked when they get better.
I hate finally getting in a good mood, only to see the girl being brought into the tent with mattresses by a guy.
I hate seeing him put her on a mattress and make out with her in front of me.
I hate seeing him pull down her top.
I hate being told afterwards that he was blatantly fingering her.
I hate hearing that she lost her virginity to him.
I hate the fact that she was out of her fucking head during this.
I hate seeing her depressed afterwards.
I hate not having the courage to go up to her, and say more than “You ok?”
I hate seeing her passed out.
I hate seeing him not care.
I hate waiting by her for hours, making sure she’s ok, putting my shirt on her to keep her a bit warmer, for her to wake up, and ignore me.
And I fucking hate you Colin Nemoir-Noel. I fucking hate you, for what you did to her, and not caring. I fucking hate you, and it took every ounce of strength I had to not kick the shit out of you.
That’s it. I quit. I fucking quit. I quit this whole fucking Girl thing. Every time I decided to go after a girl I’ve been attracted to, they fucking tear my heart up, one way or another. There are so many girls out there with shreads of my heart in their finger nails.
Every fucking time. Jesus, just this year, 3 times its happened. Twice, its been fucking Colin. With Kim, a few months ago. I was damm near reduced to tears because of that shit. Kim fucking hates me, and I thought she was awesome.
Sophie just plain ripped my heart out.
And just last night, after dancing with her, at my friends insistence, which went really well, to not even be able to talk to her, and see her make out with 2 guys. Colin again. That kid is a shit. I fucking cannot stand him. Both times, with Kim and EM, he’s just fucked off afterwards, and not cared about it. It fucking rips me up inside.
So I fucking quit. I’m not even going to bother any more. There’s no fucking point. I’ll only get shot down again. So from now on, to every girl I know: I harbour No Secret Feelings for you. I only talk to you as a friend.
After a while, I discounted Suicide, in favor of killing everybody else in the world, instead.
Yesterday, when I thought about her, I got butterflys in my stomach.
Today, it makes me want to puke and cry.
By all rights it should have been a great party. It started, with most of my year, and most of the year below. There were Fireworks. Free drink. An Ice Scuplture, that had a hole running through it, to pour drink down, and it would come out ice cold. HE HAD A FUCKING STRIPPER FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.
And still I had a bad time. Because of a girl.
I’m just too fucking weird. That’s all there is to it. I’m never going to get a girlfriend again, because I’m too fucking weird.
Out of every 100 people, probably 1 is Alternative in some way.
Out of every 100 Alternative people, you get someone like me.
Out of every 100 people like me, you get one girl.
Out of every 100 of them, I’ll meet maybe one.
Out of every 100 I meet, all of them will have boyfriends.
None of them will be even remotely interested in me.
That’s how it breaks down.
So, out of the last 3 partys I have been to recently, I have had a good time, at precisely none of them. Or have, but the night has always ended fucking terribly.
I hate the fucking DJ for not playing Don’t Stop Me Now, in favour of playing Hip Hop, R’n’B, Dance bullshit.
I hate people who listen to Hip Hop, R’n’B, Dance bullshit.
I hate everybody in a relationship.
I hate getting my hopes up about a girl, because I had a good time with her the previous night, when we danced together.
I hate realising the only reason she danced with me, was because her friends, that my friends know, got her to, and she was drunk.
I hate finally working up the courage to talk to the girl I have been interested in all year, only to walk up and find her dancing with another guy.
I hate being fucking depressed about it afterwards.
I hate deciding, after 15 minutes of moping, to go and talk to her again, only to find her making out with another guy.
I hate people who drink more than they can handle.
I hate people getting fucking sick because of it.
I hate having to look after them because of it.
I hate not being thanked when they get better.
I hate finally getting in a good mood, only to see the girl being brought into the tent with mattresses by a guy.
I hate seeing him put her on a mattress and make out with her in front of me.
I hate seeing him pull down her top.
I hate being told afterwards that he was blatantly fingering her.
I hate hearing that she lost her virginity to him.
I hate the fact that she was out of her fucking head during this.
I hate seeing her depressed afterwards.
I hate not having the courage to go up to her, and say more than “You ok?”
I hate seeing her passed out.
I hate seeing him not care.
I hate waiting by her for hours, making sure she’s ok, putting my shirt on her to keep her a bit warmer, for her to wake up, and ignore me.
And I fucking hate you Colin Nemoir-Noel. I fucking hate you, for what you did to her, and not caring. I fucking hate you, and it took every ounce of strength I had to not kick the shit out of you.
That’s it. I quit. I fucking quit. I quit this whole fucking Girl thing. Every time I decided to go after a girl I’ve been attracted to, they fucking tear my heart up, one way or another. There are so many girls out there with shreads of my heart in their finger nails.
Every fucking time. Jesus, just this year, 3 times its happened. Twice, its been fucking Colin. With Kim, a few months ago. I was damm near reduced to tears because of that shit. Kim fucking hates me, and I thought she was awesome.
Sophie just plain ripped my heart out.
And just last night, after dancing with her, at my friends insistence, which went really well, to not even be able to talk to her, and see her make out with 2 guys. Colin again. That kid is a shit. I fucking cannot stand him. Both times, with Kim and EM, he’s just fucked off afterwards, and not cared about it. It fucking rips me up inside.
So I fucking quit. I’m not even going to bother any more. There’s no fucking point. I’ll only get shot down again. So from now on, to every girl I know: I harbour No Secret Feelings for you. I only talk to you as a friend.
After a while, I discounted Suicide, in favor of killing everybody else in the world, instead.
Yesterday, when I thought about her, I got butterflys in my stomach.
Today, it makes me want to puke and cry.
By all rights it should have been a great party. It started, with most of my year, and most of the year below. There were Fireworks. Free drink. An Ice Scuplture, that had a hole running through it, to pour drink down, and it would come out ice cold. HE HAD A FUCKING STRIPPER FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.
And still I had a bad time. Because of a girl.
I’m just too fucking weird. That’s all there is to it. I’m never going to get a girlfriend again, because I’m too fucking weird.
Out of every 100 people, probably 1 is Alternative in some way.
Out of every 100 Alternative people, you get someone like me.
Out of every 100 people like me, you get one girl.
Out of every 100 of them, I’ll meet maybe one.
Out of every 100 I meet, all of them will have boyfriends.
None of them will be even remotely interested in me.
That’s how it breaks down.
So, out of the last 3 partys I have been to recently, I have had a good time, at precisely none of them. Or have, but the night has always ended fucking terribly.