He liked bullying my friends, especially this guy named Bruno, I don't think he really bullied me directly tho. We were on a school trip, I had a high fever from catching a cold, the fucker threw a snowball in my face while I was minding my own business and something inside me just snapped, but I didn't charge in rage towards him or anything like that, I calmly walked to a bench, took the cable out of my backpack, put the backpack back on, wrapped the cable around my gloves, walked towards him and started murdering him.
That's fucked up.Sorry man.
I remember myself talking with a really attractive blonde.She was with that stupid smile of derision,like if i was a clown to her.Surely she was thinking why on earth i was talking to her.I don't know what i told her.It was some compliment or something.I was 17 years old.I remember my dad gave the first and only advice for womens in my whole life :
touch and go .I got the idea and i tried but it was useless.
I was naive,ilusioned.Then i trough that maybe my personality,the fact that i tried despite my limitations and the fact that i was polite,would help me to get a girl like that.But the other half of me was in doubt.
Then i learnt the hard way.Who want to be with someone like me right?
The girl was really attractive.I knew the human being's nature of willing to be with nice people.Is all about integrity right? looks and personality matter,but looks is first.
So i was selfish.Why i was ilussioned with a hot girl being with me, if i didn't want to be with not-good-looking womens?
I felt stupid,sad,depressed,cursed.
What the hell i was thinking when i approached her? The only thing i knew was that, i knew that girl from primary.Then in highschool we got separated by the different grades.
But they changed a lot.And to the worse.And when i approached her,i did it in front of the rest.I was crazy,i didn't give a fuck about them.But the truth is,yeah,i felt awkward.