Or punch a wall. Or punch someone.
No...I want to punch you.
Quite badly.
You are either completely retarded and oblivious or the biggest asshole alive. I can't decide which I want you to be either.
There are only so many times a girl can be rejected or given the same story. You can only play so many games before I say enough is enough.
You have no idea what you want and yet you say that I am the one who doesn't. You say I'm confused, but you are confusing. I don't know if you mean to mess with my head or not, but you are. And I am very close to snapping.
It's my own fault really. I never should have gotten involved, and now I don't have the willpower or strength to break away. I don't respond to anyone else that way I respond to you. No one else can make me so mad that I practically have steam coming out my ears, or laugh so hard I cry, or make me feel the way you do when you smile at me, or make my skin tingle...I can feel where you touched me long after you did.
This is not good. This is the worst thing that could possibly happen. I don't even know how I let this happen.
How sad is it that I just want you?
Apparently car dealerships/parts and service places are the most retardedly slow places EVER. And have the stupidest people working in them. I didn't know that an oil/lube/filter took 14 hours! Maybe I just don't know much about cars.
I feel like a fat disgusting gross obese cow. 
The Spice Girls concert was the best night ever. Highlight of my YEAR...........nay, my LIFE!
