Quoting rock_huerta:

Fuck these people, fuck these women, they all deserve to die. This game of messaging me and then simply not responding back, this cut-off of communication after you've led a person on, to thinking that maybe you were interested in being a friend, lover, or at least involved. Then, the cut-off, the rejection. That sting, that old familiar pain.

There are few points in a person's life where they can say they did something which made a difference.Today, you did it. Kudos. Congratulations, really. You made a difference in my life. I was thinking, "maybe I should do something with my life. Maybe, just maybe, somebody would reach out, try to make me feel like I belong in this world." To love, to be loved, to make a friend (even on the internet.)

But then I get this. I get left hanging, flacked out, this silence, and the process began to unravel. Like a roll of toilet paper bouncing down the steps, I saw the complete futile, Sisyphean challenge I would face. I would fail to be anything to anybody, because of you and your ilks rejecting.

I will become a little more bitter, house a bit more contempt for the human race. Sure, some other day they may have let that woman on the freeway go with only slight internal dispute when she cut them off going 80 and then dropped to 50. But, not today. Today, I have lost hope in humanity. Today, I will decide revenge is the answer. Today, she/you will pay. Because for all I know, she may be as dumb, superficial, and stuck up as you.

I'm going to bed. Tomorrow, I will awake in a far crueler world.

Fuck these people, fuck these women, they all deserve to die. This game of messaging me and then simply not responding back, this cut-off of communication after you've led a person on, to thinking that maybe you were interested in being a friend, lover, or at least involved. Then, the cut-off, the rejection. That sting, that old familiar pain.

There are few points in a person's life where they can say they did something which made a difference.Today, you did it. Kudos. Congratulations, really. You made a difference in my life. I was thinking, "maybe I should do something with my life. Maybe, just maybe, somebody would reach out, try to make me feel like I belong in this world." To love, to be loved, to make a friend (even on the internet.)

But then I get this. I get left hanging, flacked out, this silence, and the process began to unravel. Like a roll of toilet paper bouncing down the steps, I saw the complete futile, Sisyphean challenge I would face. I would fail to be anything to anybody, because of you and your ilks rejecting.

I will become a little more bitter, house a bit more contempt for the human race. Sure, some other day they may have let that woman on the freeway go with only slight internal dispute when she cut them off going 80 and then dropped to 50. But, not today. Today, I have lost hope in humanity. Today, I will decide revenge is the answer. Today, she/you will pay. Because for all I know, she may be as dumb, superficial, and stuck up as you.

I'm going to bed. Tomorrow, I will awake in a far crueler world.