Hey, yah, sure I'll tell you what happened. Anything that will spare you from this berzerking b*tch madness that I went through, heh.
Well, I'll warn you now that early on in the relationship I made a whole tonne of mistakes, but this b*tch had enough problems as it was so it went well anyway.
I met her through her friend who I hung out with a lot early in the summer. The night that I met her I invited both of them to come hang at my house. We ordered pizza, had some fun, watched a movie, blah blah blah. At the time though I was more into her friend than that crazy-ass biotch. (I shoulda stayed into her friend, but I went retarded somewhere along the way)
Well as time went on, I hung around with the two of them more. At that point I was nowhere close to a DJ, but I did naturally have the ****y+funny attitude which the girls were really into. They were amazingly into me, but I didn't care that much at all.
Some time later, I got to know the b*tch a lot more and talked to her pretty often. At that point there was no doubt in my mind that she liked me. I didn't care though, I was still more into her friend.
Then I finally got some from her friend. She invited me over and we made out and I felt her up and stuff... well she told the crazy-ass b*tch as soon as I left her house. (She was boasting i guess) Then the b*tch almost broke of contact with me. When I found out she was really pissed, I figured she liked me a whole tonne.
That's when I lost my mind. I started to pursue the b*tch. She was extremely receptive. She was also really pissed I did stuff with her best friend, but that only proved to me that she liked me a lot. Then I got one-itis. Bang. Somebody shoulda shot me back then. (Somebody almost did, but I won't get into that...heh)
Well this little love connection happened and we started hanging out 24/7 cuz she lives next to me. She'd come over, we'd hug, make out a few times. Real simple sh*t at first. Then she started having emotional problems with her family and crap, and used me as her emotional tampon... well I kinda got her back for her fvcked up emotional problems, and she ended up giving me a hand-job while I was cuddling her.
This is where the b*tch loses all common sense: We go out to a movie, and we don't let go of each other for the entire time. I had my hand in her pants and we were making out and she was loving it. On the way back she wouldn't let go of me. Then: POOF!
The next day the berzerking b*tch madness begun. She did the EXACT SAME THING your girl did. It's like she didn't know me anymore. She just completely ignored me. I would try to get something out of her, I couldn't even keep a conversation. There was no fvcking explanation. She didn't tell me anything, she wasn't having any problems, she didn't find out anything, she just... I dunno how to describe it.
I couldn't understand it for the longest time. I tried my best to gain contact with her again, try and talk to her, anything. She just said she didn't like me. Like this was a 180 degree turn. It came out of freakin nowhere! Thats why I call it the berzerking b*tch madness. It's like scurvy. It makes no sense whatsoever.
The thing is I didn't scare her off or none. It wasn't anything I did, I'm 100% sure of that. She just had a change of heart.
Since then, we'd talk once in a while, but never anything special. This girl just like got turned in the head. That fvcked me up even more trying to make sense out of it. Finally I came to the conclusion that it made no fvcking sense.
Ever since then, I get a chill in my body each time I see that b*tch (BTW: I see her like every day). I don't even know why. I was always so much better off cuz I'd have a gf and she didn't have a bf, but for some reason subconsciously I'd still keep trying to get her back. I think it's cuz it was going really well and then Boom! I kept thinking how much further I could have gone if I did this, or that, or something different. It almost consumed me psychologically at times. Holy Fvck that loco b*tch made me almost go loco.
I guess in the end the only thing I got out of it was I got to fool around with a chickie 2 years younger than me, but it wasn't worth the confusion. No matter what man, do not let that b*tch fvck with your head. As soon as you start trying to make sense out of it, you just think more of her, and in the end it messes you up. Just warning you ahead of time. Whatever happens, happens: move on.
That's the story. That's kinda the end product of stupid decisions on my part. For you it gets really simple: move on like you said before. If you don't think of her, it's not going to pose any problem. I know what you mean by you seeing her all the time and it being hard to move on with that in mind, but it's a lot better in the long run from my experience.
If you guyz come home on the same bus try to leave later from school. Join the basketball team or something. Hang out with friends outside for a bit. Hell I took up smoking. Now I stay after school for like 30mins smoking with my friends. (Don't take up smoking though: it's bad for you) Just see what you can do to avoid confrontations with her. Don't take it too far though, you don't want to run and hide behind a tree when you see her. Just see if you can work her out of your day-to-day schedule. When you do see her, be natural. Like you don't give a fvck.
do u mean a "im going to shoot you because Im pissed at you" look or a "im going to shoot you cuz Im hard".
"im going to shoot you cuz Im hard" <-- Shows confidence, self-assurance, and calmness (at least I do now, see if you can do a hard-type face while making it look calm); it's good people say you have an intimidating aura, that means they sense your power. I see stupid kids walking around with their heads down looking all scared and crap. That just puts them at the bottom of my respect list. If your walk is intimidating, people respect you.
As for being defensive, it's all good. It's good you've learned to tone it down a bit, and in my opinion it's a useful quality to have to be able to "bring out the rage" when you need to. Gets you out of tough situations at times. You're right to sort of let it go with your friends, you shouldn't be trying to beat them up lol. That's part of being self-consious though. You learn to let self-consiousness go after a while (Thats another topic though).
Well, I hope my little adventure was entertaining! Lesson learned: some crazy-ass-b*tches fvck with your mind with their stupid games and tricks and sh*t wether they do it on purpose or not. To resolve such problems, RUN. (lol, since that little cutie, I completely stay away from any girls that remotely resemble her fvcked up personality, heh)
My psychological analysis:
Q:Why is she doing what she is doing?
A: Who gives a flying fvck.
***Don't let her get to you.***
I'm out.
