Angry not friend rant

Why am I the bad guy? Honestly, sorry about your precious gas. Sorry you had to come pick me up so I could leave you be. The truth is that I DO NOT hang out with people I do not like and your little friend there, the one with ADD and the superiority complex, I DO NOT like. I seriously do not understand why you hang out with him, he is annoying, loud, and never makes a lick of sence. More than that he promotes stupid internet videos that he thinks is cool. That's another one of my pet peeves. And you even agree with me that he is most of the time an annoying prick that is a total cocktease. And you still hang out with him.

That's one of the diffrences between us. You will put yourself in these situations that get you angry, get you pumped up with feelings that you got to bottle down. Then when we're alone, you let these feeling out in this stream of conciousness that I've heard a million times before. If you really like M and don't like her boyfriend that she hangs out with constantly, then don't hang out with M. It's as simple as that. If you do not like someone do not hang out with them. Sometimes the reward of their friendship and company is not worth the cost of dealing with that other person. If I were you, I would have dumped M a long time ago. You put up with people that you do need to for useless reasons and that's one of your weaker points.

You know B, that kid that I really hated and, thankfully, he moved away a year ago. He occationaly comes to some of the bigger parties and whenever I hear that he is coming to one, I seriously consider not going to that party. Whenever I do go to a party when he's there, I have to sourround myself with anyone else to protect myself from not punching him in the face.

So I'm sorry that I wasted your gas when you came and pick me up, only to go right back to my home, but I didn't think he would be with us. You are one of the most lovely and wonderful things in my life, but he's a douch. I am not the bad guy.

Now if you excuse me, I have to start my Nanowrimo and my first chaper is probably going to be pretty fucking angry.

Yay! We're fuck up!

Sorry if I didn't write that much last month, I was preparing for NanoWriMo. Not really but I'll use that as an excuse. I am a bit of a procrastinator so this will hopefully help me. I also procrastinated with the signing up part so don't go looking for me on their sight. That doesn't matter I can still do it without the word count.

If you read some of my posts labeled "Parable of Insanity". The story is basically about him, trying to fit into the real world. Then again, I can't decide on several different variables so I started rewriting it about twice already. The main difference between the versions is his name, weather he has one or not, I think I might call him Keter. But I would like to keep him nameless.

"Come here often?" He says, talking this time instead of just smiling.
"As often as I get lame pick up lines" She says, smiling at her comeback.
"Well it's my first time here, can you show me around?"
"Wait, I'm pretty sure I've seen you here before." She blurts out, confused.
"No you have not, it was just an illusion" He pauses before adding, "You must have some good daydreams if I am in them."

He can be a sweet guy when he needs be, or wants to be. But really he is quite insane. Sweet sociopathic guys. Insanity is a fashion statement nowadays. Come on, go crazy, all the cool kids are doing it! Just look at things like Jhonney The Homicidal Maniac, Dexter, and many more that I can't think of at the moment. Also the whole fashion of emos cutting themselves, come to think of it I would like to cut emos too.