My ex, who I'm still amicable with, is a post-Mensa brilliant, horny, obnoxious mindfuck of a human being who can drink 10 straight shots of Iris
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Thanks for nothing...
posted Friday, January 4, 2013 at 8:14pm
I was on the bus, and I was crying, because I broke my brand new phone on Christmas Eve, knew I couldn't afford a new one, and wouldn't be able to call my family on Christmas Day... I was not making a scene, I wasn't flailing, I was just quietly (but very obviously) crying. This post is for the people who saw me, and not only didn't say anything, but gave me dirty looks and moved away. It would have been nice to have someone say "Hey, what's wrong? Are you ok?" but it seems that was too much for you. I hope you feel alone and sad one day, and that someone takes the time to check in on you, so that you understand that human contact is not a bad thing.
Where:Number 4 or 7 bus