Teenaged Douchebag.

I lost a follower.

Ah well. 

I was going to write a long raving rant about how I'm such a bitch extraordinaire and people should just NOT like me and/or hang out with me 'cause I only give 'em a bucketload of horseshit whenever they do and WHAT sort of moron gives up a nice, sweet-as-sugar, naive, disgustingly romantic and patient guy for....nothing?

Or better yet, a FANTASY?

A masochistic shit-for-brains moron, THAT'S what kind.

Pfft.

I'm tellin ya. There is no END to my douchebagginess. 

And you know the funniest bit, if anyone ever gets around to actually hating me, they won't even TELL me (yeah, I can't even revel in my masochism. Twats), no no, they'll act all nice and whatever when I'm around, and when I'm NOT, THAT'S when the bitchfest will start. 

People, are STUPID.

THIS is EXACTLY why I'm going to turn into a hermit crab next year. Psht. Then I'll turn into this brilliant academic NERD(because that's what I'll turn to to keep me occupied) and then, I'll get to pull a House on everyone and act like an arrogant bitch with REASON. Boo yah.

Differentiation, here I come.

Tally ho, chaps.