I am sick of the insincere.
Those people, that person.
The one who says he'll call, but never does. Fucktard.
The one who says lets go out, but blows on you eventually, because OH! I just remembered, I have SOMETHING ELSE, that I FORGOT that was ALREADY PLANNED, when I planned to go out with YOU.
And it happens NOT JUST ONCE. Either you've got your balls up in a choke hold about meeting me, or your brain just happens to materialize in a dimension known as Interdimensional Plane 384: NON-EXISTENT.
The one who leaves a missed call with you ONCE, only to not contact you for God-knows how many days, then turns up at the last day saying 'I'm leaving today. Too bad couldn't catch you when I was here. You know, I DID leave ONE PATHETIC MISSED CALL during the FIFTEENTH CENTURY, but I don't think you were born yet, so it's alright I guess we'll never meet. Adios!'
Are you expecting a GUILT TRIP, mister? Think again.
Yes. Irked by Tartheads. Or maybe Annoyed by Retards. I can't make up my mind over which I should call this post, since both describe the situation so accurately.
Overall which, I've decided to labelled it in a more EMO fashion, maybe add a dash of the current state of society.
We're all disenchanted in one way or another, aren't we?
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