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At uni there's this girl who sits in front of me in one of my classes with the most gorgeous, perfect face and long brown hair. I developed a crush on her over the semester but didn't act on it, as I knew I would only be rejected, as has happened countless times before in middle and high school.
I went to a restaurant in my city with my family for the spring break (it's over when you aren't fucking 20 girls on the beach during spring break). And at the bar across the room, I spotted her and a Chad with the most chiseled jawline I've ever seen on a male in my entire life srs.
My heart was crushed instantly, though I didn't say anything. My family must've noticed that I was in much lower spirits, because my mother asked if I was OK beause I was so quiet.
Over the hour I spent there, I saw her smiling and hugging him. At one point, they even kissed in front of me while I watched from afar. It was torture, but I couldn't look away.
I even went to the bathroom and passed them by to check whether it was really her, because I had a small hope that it wasn't.
She didn't even notice me or say hi to me, but it was definitely her.
After the entire ordeal I said bye to my family and got in my car. As I drove home on the highway, I sped 80mph at times. I didn't care whether I died in a crash or not. I didn't care about anything at that point. It was over and I knew it. I felt no fear as I hit the accelerator.
Unfortunately I got home safely and now I'm typing this while drinking from a bottle of wine. I plan to finish the whole thing by tonight (i'm not a lightweight so I wouldn't black out from 5 drinks). The pain and despair is like no other. I feel like Elliot Rodger, driving all the time and drinking alone in despair.
I went to a restaurant in my city with my family for the spring break (it's over when you aren't fucking 20 girls on the beach during spring break). And at the bar across the room, I spotted her and a Chad with the most chiseled jawline I've ever seen on a male in my entire life srs.
My heart was crushed instantly, though I didn't say anything. My family must've noticed that I was in much lower spirits, because my mother asked if I was OK beause I was so quiet.
Over the hour I spent there, I saw her smiling and hugging him. At one point, they even kissed in front of me while I watched from afar. It was torture, but I couldn't look away.
I even went to the bathroom and passed them by to check whether it was really her, because I had a small hope that it wasn't.
She didn't even notice me or say hi to me, but it was definitely her.
After the entire ordeal I said bye to my family and got in my car. As I drove home on the highway, I sped 80mph at times. I didn't care whether I died in a crash or not. I didn't care about anything at that point. It was over and I knew it. I felt no fear as I hit the accelerator.
Unfortunately I got home safely and now I'm typing this while drinking from a bottle of wine. I plan to finish the whole thing by tonight (i'm not a lightweight so I wouldn't black out from 5 drinks). The pain and despair is like no other. I feel like Elliot Rodger, driving all the time and drinking alone in despair.
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