sheToldMeHerDadCrushedHerCar

this is an essay this is a vintage rebel.

i do take care of my self.

but even i do this there are still a lot i dont carry on me.

you know i used to have some dude home play playstaion together.

play station 2, i mean.

my super robot war alpha disk wasnt function well.

from then, i find my self hate the feeling of any type of win and lose thing.

even they were so meaninglees that they dont even laugh at you.

i think hes gonna tell her.

they must have, somthing, i mean.

if they are a couple now ill kill lahlah my self, anyway.

so, uhm, what i did atually is,

there was a nba game, i mean, not the ea stuf, 2k5 or 2k6? i dont remember.

i was about to win him, or he was suceed me too much,

i purposely faul my self.

and he said, what the fuck are you doing.

ok, there was no fuck.

i said, im sorry but that was that.

lame one.

i said, ok, that is that, im sorry, i dont wanna play this anymore, can we do something other?

he said nothing. well maybe something, i cant remember.

i hope my mom dont remember his face at all.

he was one of the biggest enemy of mine.

he was the biggest friend of mine becuz of the fact you know.

oh fuck i feel sorry now, fuck that man.

i didnt mean him.

any way, i think thats where i start to hate to have any frient.

i dont even remember his name, could he be mr. ol whatshisname?

dont your ever say this again.

ohh poor mr whathisname mark two, we were such a good tripple and he never know our relations.

but he knows her name. i dont know if he still do or just like me.

and i pretty like the feeling of talk about those things thou.

yeah.

but will i pay for being an asshole?

or do you think i already paid my biggest price?

consipracy wont work for me. it hangs me.

anyway, im going to talk about ms. feelingsorryaboutface.

long story short, yeah, ms.fsaf.

she got her first appearence on the title of a short animae called survant of zero, i guess.

i didnt know why we were pulled together.

but i know actually it was me who started it.

net couple, worst patern, they say.

but nobody saw us while we do those bothering stuff.

it was an age of nofacebook notweet.

nobody call our little circle sns.

now days, people got caught join this kind of group and puta jail for it.

so it evolved, i heard that they call it b-station know.

sounds like a fucking mobil suit.

so after that, we met eachother finally.

in japs langu they call this OFF-KAI.

offline meeting.

it was the first time i know that public ktv use midi programm for the back music.

i was a huge fan of GINTAMA the time.

i didnt remember if she said my hear looks like GINTYANN or not.

i remember she said my eyes looks like two tiny hole that she will try not to stair at em.

i remember i said your face didnt bother me at all.

and then we had some icecream and i got some vernilla on the back of my hand id i sniffed em.

and she said you looks like a kitty man.

may she said pussy?

and then? yeah, yeah, an then i dumped her. thats all.

two fucking years later, you know.

four fucking years later she contacted me.

i said we should not bother each other any more.

yeah, such a asshole.

know, did i pay any thing for this?

you know thatwas after i got my liscence.

she got it years before me becus her dad was a suck driver.

and i thought, fuck friends, i dont need em.