no i'm not seething right now. yes this will probably get deleted once i've gotten my rage out of my cage. why do men love to go 'yeah come over' and when i do come over tell me 'umm so actually my roommate is watching TV and we have an open door policy so...do you mind if we hang out outside i brought a shitty blanket'.
why was i so down bad upon first sight that i said sure despite everything being wet from the rain. why did we both actually have a good time. why did i tell him to give me a 'huge one' when he tried to give me a hickey. why did he listen. why did HE FUCKING BLOCK ME AHHHHHH.
As a leftist I wouldn't block anyone i had a literal 'we're doing the notebook except we met two days ago and instead of a rainy lake or whatever it is a rainy apartment complex and we're not fighting about your mother and also you're just railing me so not really the notebook at all' moment with even if they told me they ran the Ayn Rand fan club but apparently those who find me hot don't think the same way...
anyways please hope i feel better because if I get sicker I'm gonna keep posting since I cannot text them like 'i hate your guts you got me sick also would you like to hang out once i feel better'
Hope you feel better.
Sorta-related story: I went to boarding school for the last two years of high school. It was a public co-ed school. Boys weren't allowed in the girls' dorms and vice versa (the gay kids just got to go to town). So the straight couples had to fuck outside. Number one place to have sex was on the top of this building with a gravel roof. My friend would come back to his room, sit in his chair, and then jump because he has a rock stuck in his ass.