How this one did not ruin my evening, I will never know.
I went to the homecoming bonfire and went to say hi to my friend Megan ('cos she's the bomb). The subject of the past few rants was there. He pulls her and my dear friend Abby away and tells my friends Megan and Katie to punch me and shoot me and kill me in any other possible fashion.
WHAT THE FUCK? As it turns out, he never even KNEW that I liked him--he was assuming based on a very poor factual basis. And how he's being a vindictive douchebag (if you look closely, you'll notice that this post's title is an anagram of "douchebag") and is too conceited to even give me a say in the matter.
UGH! And what's worse is that I'm in drama club with him, so I have to deal with him TOMORROW too.
God, why can't he just let it go?
Why can't I let it go?
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