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If my title doesnt give it away, then dont read this chiefy.
I think Ive figured out what is wrong with me:
1) I care too damn much
2) I trust too damn much
3) I bitch too damn much
4) I too damn much too damn much
5) I have yet to hunt sasquatch, Nessie, or El Chupacabras
This comes after the 3rd night in a row where I go to bed feeling WAY too mopey/emo about things. Yes, I feel as though I need to care for the underdogs in this world because no one else does. However, this blade I swing for them also slices me. Am I depressed? More then likely. Am I seeking help? Not so sure yet. If I keep this mopiness up, then yes. Honestly, I can pinpoint this sadness to the whole fucking Jaime situation where I seemed to be the only fucking person that cared. Even now, if more then ever, Im in that situation again. As for Lynn, the girl who has taken her place, ugh. I just dont have it in me to tell her she goes for the bad people and she gets the bad things from them. Mostly heartbreak and dissapointment and eventual isolation. Again, I seem to be the only person that cares. Yes, she has these gay guys falling all over her because theyre gay and they like having a girl hanging on them (new word: faghags. Well, its new to me.)
What I REALLY want to know is when the fuck did God give men the asshole switch? The one thatll treat a girl right for a while, then *flick* time to treat her like shit. And when all is said and done, that girl permanently gets the asshole switch installed on them. Then theres people like me who got the obsolete version of the asshole switch. The one that doesn't work or that crashes every time a new window (being a new female) is opened. Sure, girls have the bitch switch, but they have dimmers.
Being stood up sucks a whole Czech bath house full of nasty cocks, too. Thats what really pisses me off.
But I think that what is killing me is the fact that people will ALWAYS use me. Lynn, I fear, is using me for rides and money now that I have a job. I keep telling myself that its not so, but everyone else is saying the same rap you guys told me about Jaime in the same fucking situation. Ugh. I would think things would be different, but it all winds up being the same fucked up situation: Dave likes girl, Dave befriends girl, girl uses Dave. I just think honestly Fate and Destiny are playing the same damn drum for my life. And Im finished.
Team Discovery Channel is based here in Denver, Colorado. They are all fucking insane punk sk8er kids who live/once lived at these heya dorms. If the Fighting Hobos want to battle out w/ my Halo team, we are the Hephelomfs and I'm tryin to get em to organize more often, now that we have Digital Cumcast Internet >:D. Bring it on like Donkey Kong, bitches.
I think Ive figured out what is wrong with me:
1) I care too damn much
2) I trust too damn much
3) I bitch too damn much
4) I too damn much too damn much
5) I have yet to hunt sasquatch, Nessie, or El Chupacabras
This comes after the 3rd night in a row where I go to bed feeling WAY too mopey/emo about things. Yes, I feel as though I need to care for the underdogs in this world because no one else does. However, this blade I swing for them also slices me. Am I depressed? More then likely. Am I seeking help? Not so sure yet. If I keep this mopiness up, then yes. Honestly, I can pinpoint this sadness to the whole fucking Jaime situation where I seemed to be the only fucking person that cared. Even now, if more then ever, Im in that situation again. As for Lynn, the girl who has taken her place, ugh. I just dont have it in me to tell her she goes for the bad people and she gets the bad things from them. Mostly heartbreak and dissapointment and eventual isolation. Again, I seem to be the only person that cares. Yes, she has these gay guys falling all over her because theyre gay and they like having a girl hanging on them (new word: faghags. Well, its new to me.)
What I REALLY want to know is when the fuck did God give men the asshole switch? The one thatll treat a girl right for a while, then *flick* time to treat her like shit. And when all is said and done, that girl permanently gets the asshole switch installed on them. Then theres people like me who got the obsolete version of the asshole switch. The one that doesn't work or that crashes every time a new window (being a new female) is opened. Sure, girls have the bitch switch, but they have dimmers.
Being stood up sucks a whole Czech bath house full of nasty cocks, too. Thats what really pisses me off.
But I think that what is killing me is the fact that people will ALWAYS use me. Lynn, I fear, is using me for rides and money now that I have a job. I keep telling myself that its not so, but everyone else is saying the same rap you guys told me about Jaime in the same fucking situation. Ugh. I would think things would be different, but it all winds up being the same fucked up situation: Dave likes girl, Dave befriends girl, girl uses Dave. I just think honestly Fate and Destiny are playing the same damn drum for my life. And Im finished.
Team Discovery Channel is based here in Denver, Colorado. They are all fucking insane punk sk8er kids who live/once lived at these heya dorms. If the Fighting Hobos want to battle out w/ my Halo team, we are the Hephelomfs and I'm tryin to get em to organize more often, now that we have Digital Cumcast Internet >:D. Bring it on like Donkey Kong, bitches.
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