To the girl that sits in my living room, stating that she is "confused" or "doesn't want to hurt ____'s feelings" when the fact is that she likes attention but doesn't want to commit to a relationship to get that attention; that she'd just rather have sex now and then and have the option to float in and out ____'s life other than that...
To the guy that comes over to my home, freaking out, that I have to mention semi-painful things to that then asks me for my advice, talks to me until about 3:30AM then, after all the time I spent to make peace possible, you go and fuck it up because, even though you had a civil disagreement and everything you weren't content to let it be. Not you. You had to go tit-for-tat on things and say unnecessary shit because you just can't keep things to yourself. Not at all. Even if it is completely unbeneficial in every way, it has to be said because you're thinking it at the time. How the hell can you say you dislike drama and then be entirely unable to control your fucking mouth at 4AM. You didn't have to text her at 4AM or 8AM or ever again, but no. You did and now your shit is on blast on Facebook. Good job, dumbass...
To the person that I tell, "You should just chill on this girlfriend thing and focus other things..." then hear them say, "Yeah, you're right..." only to talk about the amount of girls they got rejected by when they to the clubs cruising for girls the same fucking night...
To the person that gets all emo and goes "I guess I shouldn't tell anyone my problems..." because I tell them that I don't like it when they ask me for advice then not only don't follow it but do destructive bullshit afterward then use that as an excuse not to come over...
...and yes, bitch, I see what you're doing. You don't fool me.
The person calls me because they are bored with nothing at all to talk about of any consequence.
The person that perpetually plans to see me yet somehow doesn't seem to be around or want to make that 300 or so yard trip down the fucking street.
The girl that passes people like me up because we're obviously gay. Why are we gay? Oh, because I have shopping bags on my wall. Because I don't have my gf attached to my hip. Because I don't talk about wanting to fuck all the time. Because of a bunch of societal arbitrary bullshit...
Yeah, all of you: fuck you.
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