hey there, i've decided to be lazier today and just copy 'n paste this thing i wrote yesterday, sorry to you happy folk, i was told it's sort of depressing, oh well, here goes:

he sat there staring at empty bottles of water,
'what the fuck am i doing? wasting my days here, day in day out, doing the same goddamn thing i did yesterday. i sit here, supposedly talking to girls, believing one of them will accept these horrible flaws of mine,' he cleared his throat and continued, 'i mean, i'm not much of a catch, but i'm not a wretch either. sure my hair never looks right, i'm terrible at math, i tend to sweat a lot when it's hot, i have obnoxiously uncontrollable burping, i stay up late and i don't eat meat, does that mean i'm just not the right choice for girls?'
he looked down at his hands and sighed, thinking that he must look like a mad man talking to himself like this and he laughed. 'this truly must be my lot in life, a series of unsuccessful relationships and a plethora of letdowns with a side of heartbreak. all i want is a companion that would like to just sit down somewhere in the shade and listen to music with me. a girl that doesn't care if she's matching or is considered "presentable", a girl that doesn't care that i occasionally think about starving myself while eating a banana, a girl that likes to drink soda, a girl that thinks godzilla is real. i don't really care much for looks, seeing as how i'm no stud myself, honestly i don't think they really matter. i know that's been said a million and a half times, but the more i think about it, all the girls i've been with have been very beautiful to me until i see something i hadn't before, or just lose interest.'
having said that, he looked at the ceiling fan above and his face grew low,
'i am a monster though, i have broken too many hearts to be even considered a suitor for anyone. i have put some girls through hell, i am not an angel, i am not the perfect boy, i am a foolish person that will let his mind take over his heart and ruin everything he has. not a day goes by where i find myself thinking of them, the few that have been hurt by my recklessness, and how i wish i could erase my presence from their memory. i wish i could go back and just make it so i never met them, to save them from the stupid dramatics i put them through. i'm so childish, i honestly don't know what anyone could see in me, i wish i could see what others have so maybe then i could appreciate myself a little more. i'm not someone i'd want to spend time with, although it seems i'm stuck with myself for life.'
taking a drink of water and spilling a bit, he wiped his mouth and coughed a bit, the water was warmer than he expected. he turned on his radio and it was in the middle of a song about a town where lonely people go, he then began to write down how he felt about himself and all he could come up with was a list of negatives. he searched himself for a positive and wrote
'i don't have much longer to live'
/music


Wild & Peaceful - Kool & the Gang (funk)


Here's Little Richard - Little Richard (rock & roll)


Yellow House - Grizzly Bear (acoustic)

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