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1:20 AM
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I don't understand why life has to be the way it is. Why do some people have all the good luck, and others have no luck at all? I don't know if I felt that my life sucked or not before it took a turn for the worse, but if I did, I must have been pretty damn ignorant, because the fact remained that things could have always been worse... And they sure as hell did get worse. I know I talk about this alot, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Since I don't even have one person I can talk to about this shit, this is my only way of venting.
Moving here was, without a doubt, the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I'm not quite sure if I was happy with my life before I moved, but right now I am feeling so depressed that things don't seem like they could get any worse. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I "had it all", but I sure as hell had alot more then I do now. Ryan, who was my best guy friend, I barely ever talk to anymore. Come to think of it, I rarely talk to any of my close friends anymore, other then the occasional instant message, which really doesn't mean much. Crystal, my closest female friend, she meant the world to me. I never thought we would lose touch, she just seemed too great, I never pictured us even slightly drifting away from one another, but... Well, living two hours away from someone is quite a bitch - And now I barely ever talk to her. The last time I talked to her on the phone was at least two weeks ago, but that's partially my fault, since I have become overly insecure and feel like she doesn't even want to talk to me. The people who I considered my best friends were very compatible with me, they understood me and my odd sense of humor, and I could talk to them about shit. Out here in Drexel Hill, I have yet to find one person like that, and I have lived here close to a year and a half. I don't know why I even try to meet people, there is no point. I have met a few cool people at school, but they are too busy with their own lives to hang out with me, or so I have convinced myself. The few times I have gone out on a limb and asked someone to hang out, it has more or less gone to shit. I recently asked a girl I sort of liked to hang out, and we did, twice, but it just... It wasn't at all what I had hoped for, and I know I'm not being picky... I dunno, I'm not even making sense to myself now.
Speaking of girls, I am now fully convinced that girls only want to be with the asshole guys, regardless of what they say. "Nice guys finish last" has been the theme song for my luck (or lack thereof) with the opposite sex, since I moved here. They say they want a "sweet" guy who isn't going to hurt their feelings, but then they turn right around and go out with the poster boy of jerk-offs. I will never understand girls. Yet I am the guy who is always there to listen to them cry and comfort them after they got hurt. Now isn't that ironic? You know they are gonna go right back and do it again.
See? That helped a little. I'm not as pissed off as I was about twenty minutes ago. I'm typing this on the computer up in my room, so I'm not sure if I'm even going to post it on my website or not.
Please Note: To anyone who has never been here before, this is not a journal/weblog/rant/whatever site. I, for the most part, hate sites like those, and wouldn't waste my time making one. Once in a while I just need to "vent", and since I have no one to talk to, this is my only alternative. Although breaking glass bottles helps too.
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