A lot of things have gone great in my short life, but then again, just as many misfortunate events have also occurred. For one, last night when i was at band practice, my sister spilt sweet tea on my damn laptop. The stupid b**** didn't even think I would notice, and she freaking denied it until I started yelling at her. Guess what? My keyboard is F***** up!!!!!! My macbook is also probably gonna die too. I mean, spilling half a glass of tea on a laptop shouldn't mess it up much should it? I find it so ironic because my father is making me pay for the damages, and he's acting like she didn't do anything wrong. I swear to God if i broke her TV, or guitar, he would have my a**.............. She isn't even supposed to use my freaking computer. She isn't allowed in my room, but she gets away with everything. I get so sick of her...... Now that i've brought up the fact that she ruined my laptop, she's trying to make my life hell. You know what? F*** HER! I hope someone beats her ass and puts her in her place for one time in her freakin life. In other news, my best friend-girl pretty much fell in love with my biggest enemy. Yeah, that still stings. I didn't ever like her in that way, but still, I mean, anyone but him. Now we barely talk, and we got into it the other day, and she pretty much told me we can never be friends again, so f*** her too. It's okay though, because her bf has another thing coming. I will seriously f*** him up next time i see him. I'm sick of him talking trash behind my back all the time. Finally, I'm probably gonna quit the band I'm in because I'm sick of the **** one of those guys gives me. I mean, he acts like I'm the weakest link when, number 1, I write the goddamn songs, and 2, he sucks at the instrument he plays. The only reason he's in the band is because we practice at his house. **** those guys too. I'm not writing about girl problems. I've gotten over those, but I still can't seem to get over the problems life deals me each and every day. It's like I can never thrive, it's like I don't know where I belong.
"She's Out of Your League"
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
My selfish rant
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