That's real. So real, so feel.
I'm jealous of a homeless dude, how damn sad is my life then? Fuck. Well it's pretty sad I can tell you.
Last week, I finally alpha'd up and gathered the balls to ask a girl out whom I've been in love with for some time. I haven't felt happy in years due to having a pretty severe case of anhedonia. But this girl made me smile, wake up happy and motivated to make something of my life. Like butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't stop thinking of her. Never felt this way before. I guess I never been in love.
Anyway, she works at a bookstore, for some time I've been going there buying books I will probably never read, just to make small talk with her. She's been sending me signals and being sort of flirty with me. I could tell she was really into me and we were really clicking. Like flawless communication.
So, last friday I went to the bookstore, about 15 minutes before closing time. Really confident, ready to ask her out. I walk in, scan to the store for her, see her in the back, she's with a dude, his hands are around her waist, her hands are around his neck, their lips touch, my chest hurts. Slowly and quietly walk out the store without them noticing, sneak skill increased +1, feel level 9001, mad as a fuck.
Went home and listened to some Project Pat. Cheez N Dope 2. Wish I was black.
TLDR; I'm a sucka ass nigga and I should kill myself.
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