There was a time when I was known as "that quiet kid who's always in the library"... What the hell ever happened there?? Looking back, I probably would have been more than happy to have stayed in that library, sticking to myself, maybe hooking up with some equally shy and nerdy girl, and living the rest of my life in blissful ignorance...
But, NOOO!! I had to take another path. I had to do what some nerds invariably do, and take that old Gothic path. And sometimes I wish to fuck I hadn't.
Honestly, what kind of sane person actually gets off on pain? What kind of idiot just keeps falling for wrong girl after wrong girl until he feels that's all he deserves, when in reality, the real person within probably doesn't deserve anything like that. What kind of sick, twisted bastard longs to live the life of some undead, though rather sexy and sensual, night-stalking drinker of human blood?
Oh, yeah. I'm fucked up, man. Count on it. And what's my response to this?? It's simple, really. Just bore it, stroke it, and drive it on up your old tan track just as fast and as far as it'll go.
Damn, I am in a real shitty mood today. Why, I have no idea. Maybe I just long for those rows upon rows of books, and that shy, nerdy girl who would never have fucked me over, played me, or otherwise made me feel like slime.
C'est la fucking vie, if you'll pardon my French. Life really is just a time paradox away from kicking ass after all.
~*~ Dudetterevue ~*~ r-e-v-i-e-w ~*~
