“I think I have to do this on my own now,” and sent.
Sighing after leaving the group chat, I went and did the research paper on my own. Group works are the worst. See what I did there. It’s not that a group mate of mine is freeloading, cause I’m the freeloader. What can I say? I’m bad at talking to strangers, especially online. I have a hard time finding the right words to say, and the timing is the most crucial. I can do everything just fine by myself.
Sigh.
No, I’m not a loner. I have friends, but here in college, we don’t always get to be with our buddies in every class and in every break. Most of my friends don’t have the same degree as I do, and most of them have other friends that they can be with. Sucks for me.
No, I don’t have a girlfriend. Why? Cause I’m gay. And no, I’m not picky; I just don’t want a relationship. And no, I don’t want and don’t have fuck buddies. And yes, I say no to them. And yes, I’m a virgin. Ha-ha. No, I’m not laughing. Fuck off.
Anyway, I’m supposed to narrate to myself my fucking lovely life. I have my mother and father six feet under. Kidding. They’re both alive, but not together. You know the gist; divorce, lawyers, paper, money, family gone, gone, blah, blah, blah, etc. And I have an ugly little sister who is in high school. Yep, she’s in here rebellious phase right now. She’s a slut, for short. Don’t worry I still love her, not that way so shut up. And then… I don’t really know.
I’ll sleep now.
Kidding. I’m just playin’.
So… Let’s see.
I…
Mind block.
And we’re back.
I have a slut sister, and that’s it. And we live with our father. Fortunately, cause he’s rich, but like my sister, a slut. Wait, can I say that to a guy too? Anyway, they’re both sluts.
Moving on to my university, the setting of most of my life story, death, and hell. The name of my university is Saint Bernard. Yep, St. Bernard University. It’s a good campus. Food isn’t really good, but it will do cause I don’t eat there; I eat outside. Fast foods are heaven sent or hell sent. They make you fat so fast! There is a sports center that I could use for free, cause I paid for it. Also, the library has 6 floors full of books and couches; I sleep there almost everyday. That’s all you need to know for now.
What? Do I have a college buddy? Yes, yes I do. His name is Dylan, an annoying, but bearable prick. No, he is not gay. Yes, he has a girlfriend named Bitch. Kidding. Her name is Diane. She’s an ex-slut, I think. I caught her having sex in a club with a junkie, while she was dating Dylan. Talked to her about it and she begged me not to tell him. I said, “Sure, whatever.” I still told Dylan. They are still together even after all that. Poor Dylan. I mean, stupid Dylan. He’s stupid in love. Not that I know anything.
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