there was just a homeless lady in this starfucks that looked sober and cool, and i really should have asked her to stay with me, but i am so fucking sick of being rejected everytime... and then i just hate myself when they walk away... fuckin hate myself. i really could have asked her. but she left. and i didn't. i could have told her i have a van. i fuckin hate myself, man.
but the flawless track record of rejection is just fucking pathetic. that's all women ever say is no. and then they lie, and say they say yes, bull fuckin shit, man, when? when? to what? to who?
you fuckin frauds, man. my heart just fuckin hurts. and no one cares.
update, managed to find the same girl, she's in my van now, of course she's a methhead like everyone else, but she's fifty... she's here.
update, her name's carol, and apparently she's sticking around. did it finally happen?
update, seven am, she left twelve hours ago to do her drug and never came back. she said two hours. of course. that's all i ever get. vacant ghost friends. thanks, humanity, for being so awesome. sick of this shit happening to me.
update, four pm, she's back, it's fucking snowing. I'm miserable.
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