Misery BusinessOh jesus, Kaii. Thank you so much for the advertisement. I can't thank you enough. I can't love you enough. (( If ya'll wondering who I'm talking about it's this guy here -->
))Ugh. Exams are here. Drama is here. Misery loves company I guess. WARNING TO THOSE WHO MIGHT BE READING THIS. EMONESS WILL BE UP AHEAD BUT PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. In all honesty, I'm not generally a depressed person, I just decided I should be today.
I'm kind of used to being the mediator of an argument or a pillar of support for people so I've never really had much to complain about really. I love my friends and they love me. Do I love anyone with a different sort of feel to that I have towards my companions? Yes, at times I have and this would have been one of them.
If you've read this far, I applaud you, if you dislike homosexuality, leave now, because I have to tell you, I do not go for the opposite sex. Yes, that does mean I have boyfriends and only boyfriends. I had one in particular and to be honest, I was rather infatuated. We never argued, it was nice relationship until the point he told me he preferred girls in the last minute and left and spent the rest of his time bugging me about me gayness. Really, though, that's not the point here.
I can say that maybe, possibly, I had been at fault for the first relationship. I didn't stay hung over it but I've certainly been careful about who I choose. It is safe to say, that I do like someone else as of late but I probably ruined every chance I had at it. I don't understand how it happened, but it just did.
This guy has a reputation for being the 'good guy' or everyday 'nice guy'. He has nothing against homosexuality, so he was ok. I thought he was a nice guy too but I didn't know him myself overly well. I was playing basketball with a group of friends and by chance, he was there and was invited to play. It was fun. He was nice at the beginning. Then at one point in time, when I was getting a drink, he was there too, but I hadn't noticed him. I apologized for taking so long and almost like he had a 180, he scolded me and just glared. I didn't understand it and I still don't understand it now, but again you know, whatever. I guess everyone has someone they hate. I just didn't expect it to be me.
It seemed like he was nice to everyone but me. He never smiled and only seemed to mock me and tease me. I couldn't help but feel annoyed. He was mean to me and I didn't know why. He acted like I had stabbed him with my pen or something and ran away laughing like it was joke while he had to go around with a hole in his arm. After spending time with him, I found he was complex and harder to understand than i could have ever possibly imagine. It was inevitable, at least to me anyways, that I started to like him. Despite his teasings and cold glances, he was honest and sincere and clearly, he was afraid to show a certain side to him he didn't like other to see.
Blahblah. things went on. We acted the same as ever to each other. Arguing and bitching at each other when no one was looking but always always, we always somehow ended up alone and always with each other. It bugged me and disturbed me a bit. He was the popular kid who was handsome and nice and I was the nobody gay no one knew and was secretly in love with some guy everyone else seemed to know.
We argued again, same as usual but this time happened to be different. it was harsher than before. he was angrier than usual. To be honest, I thought he liked my friend and that happened to be what we argued about. I became so aggravated of the thought of him liking her I got upset myself. He himself was angry that I was saying things that he didn't seem to comprehend till the point he had a rather frightening look on his face and asked if he should just go out with her. He said all of these things. Rude things. Things that were out of line at that point. I ended up hitting him (in the face. oh man. yeah) and saying that he never go near me again and I pretty much told him I hated him. He looked pretty shocked.
I think, the worst part about it is that despite the large bruise on his face, he didn't tell a soul I had hit him. He didn't blame me. He didn't say anything. Secretly, I kind of wish he did. I kind of want him to tell them I did.
Jesus. I'm such a loser.
I'll stop whining now :/
My addiction.
It gives me withdrawals.
Anyway, awesome gallery.
Definite watch.
I mean seriously. Dx
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This?
This is my quantum car. I don't know where I am, but I'm going really, really fast.
Mygod, charming style~ You've got a fresh new gallery with hawtstuff @ w@bb <3
I'd love to do an art trade with you sometime... but I sort have to work on my art first. xD. yeah.
Oooh, shweet~ Ah, same here! x///DDD <3
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My life's purpose is to eat and cause unnecessary trouble.
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