Fire Laser Pants At Will

magnetic-rose:

continueplease:

-onyourknees:

childrensurrenderr:

nothingsgoingtochange:

Someone give this guy a motherfuckin’ certificate.

I reblog every time 

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omg bby

I gave you unwanted attention.  I creeped you out enough that you were willing to take an F on a science project.  I just did the work on my own & didn’t tell the teacher that you didn’t work on it.  Because I like you and thought my hard work would “pay off” one day.  In year 8, I gave you a bunch of stuff you didn’t want.  You made it very clear that you didn’t want it because your message in year 7 may have been too passive aggressive or vague.  In year 9, at the school dance, I gave you more unwanted attention.  It was arrogant of you, but you’d already tried for two years to make me know that you didn’t want me.  You lied to me and stood me up.  That really should have drilled the message home.  In year 10, I even wasted a lot of money on one of my unwanted advances toward you.  At this point, you figured I was a lost cause.  A guy with a tally sheet with a big star at the top with your name in it.  Some guy that was probably never going to leave you alone because my attraction to you is more important to me than your comfort and respect.  You went with your friend instead of me.  Bitter and angry, I’ve decided to put this on Facebook.  I want to embarass you.  I want you to feel bad.  I’d probably still claim to have loved you for 5 years, yet your public humiliation is my goal at the moment.  I think you’re a dick, now.  A dick because you had the nerve to not like me despite the fact that I liked you.

Oh, it just occurred to me that I might be one of the boys you’re talking about.

See: Nice Guy™ Syndrome

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