Sunday, April 4, 2004

   Turkey's angsty post #24601
Wow, I was really grouchy on my last post. Lack of sleep makes a light-hearted comment sound like a selfish snap.

Adam, bless you for creating My Otaku.
This has been the ultimate stress reliever I've ever seen! Now, if only I managed to get enough energy to post a happier topic one of these days...

Now, on to my latest tale of woe:

I used to have a friend, who I shall call Dory. Well, Dory and I didn't really talk to each other much, until a few months ago, at a party. There, we kinda started talking under the stars, and we became friends. I also started developing a crush on her, which subsided due to certain circumstances which I might post someday.

This year, it seemed like she liked me back, due to the way she looked and talked to me. I felt in her a unique, carefree personality, which drew me to like her more. For Valentine's Day, I gave her a custom-made gift, which she really liked.

During March and April, I decided it was time to ask her out. First time, she had a school trip (I had forgotten about it, but it was a real excuse).

The second time (a week later), I called her early in the week, and she told me that I should call her later on the week, just in case anything happened. At this point, I was sure that she would've said yes. There was a party on the weekend, so I decided to meet her there. Stuff happened, and I couldn't go.

The third time, it was 2 days ago. Here's our conversation:
Dory- "Look, I don't want to go out with you."
Me- "Well, why didn't you tell me before?"
Dory- "I didn't expect you to be so persistent."
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That is where all the good things I thought about her died. The problem wasn't her saying "no". I would have still been her friend. No, the problem lies in her attitude when she said it. The coldness in her words didn't even hide a despise she felt for me. I never expected her to be such a two-faced beast. She enjoyed playing me around, and dumping me once she had her fun.

Right now, I feel like crap. All my desire for a social life went down the drain, and I don't even feel like going to the last few class activities before we graduate (like the Prom).

She was one of the few reasons I even cared about the class, and, as far as I'm concerned, I can live happily without having to look at her manipulative face again.
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