I try to be funny, so that people can like me. Often I end up insulting people. It's not on purpose.
I don't remember much about social life. I'm telling people that I have worked on my drug-crazed frenzylike disposition, and that I have learnt skills to handle real life now.
I am friendly!
So I try, and more often than not, I fail.
After a year of sobering up, I started facebooking again. Marcus, a guy I met in rehab, told me I should start out with a natural photograph for my profile.
That way people could see how relaxed and layed back I am, now that I've stopped injecting heroin into my vains for recreation and sucking dick for moneys.
My facebook profile picture. |
So I put this one up. Which was a "fail!". For some reason I kept losing friends and got a lot of insulting comments. People can be so fucking rude sometimes. He said natural. How much more natural can I get?
I considered killing him, or at least violently stabbing him in the face with a screwdriver.
After all, I honestly feel this is all Marcus' fault.
Then I realized that mutilating him might be illegal, so I stole his phone and sexted all his friends telling them how I wanted to gaysex them in their assholes with my penis. I also messaged his eleven-year-old before dumping the phone back in Marcus' mailbox.
Suits him right. |
Marcus was very angry with me, and he was screaming and trying to punch me when I saw him.
I tried calming him down by telling him that I really wanted to jam a screwdriver in his face, but he didn't seem to get it. Some people just can't be helped.
So I made him a cake to show that I wanted to be friends. I havent heard from him since. Maybe its hard for him. Perhaps he has commitment problems and have a hard time making new friends. :(
Yummy! Cake. Everybody loves cake. :) |
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