Fuck fate.

I use the word fate as a loose guideline of course, because I don't believe in it, at least not in the sense that most people use it in. In this case, I just mean the way things turned out, not the way they were destined to turn out.

Enough of that blah.

Anyways, there was this girl that I was head over heels madly in love with last December, but she just wanted to be friends. She could be my twin, we are that similar... I love hanging out with her and everything, that fact that she is beautiful on the outside doesn't come close to her inner beauty. Basically, she is the coolest girl that I know, but it didn't work out.

So, there is this guy. He was my friend and was a pretty cool, humble guy, but all of a sudden he became a stuck up jackass who thinks he knows everything and doesn't mind insulting someone and then coming back with "jeez man, take a joke". He is incredibly preppy, the fucker wore (gosu preppy clothes) to school every day, it's like sick. Mind you, I go to an all guys school in Cincy, but that is really common here, doesn't mean I am a rich fuck, it means I got a scholarship and financial aid, and its not like I don't lay the mack down on girls every weekend, or at least hang out with girls (for those of you who dont understand the concept of connection with females that don't go to your school). Everything about this kid, I loathe, except he is a decent guy sometimes and I still consider him an acquaitance. Basically he is the least cool girl I know.

Well a week after the whole thing fell out with that girl and me, he instantly gets with her. It made no sense. He is a douche, she is fuckin' 1337 cool. They fight alot, and in public. And other than that, all they do is just sit around and make out all the time, it disgusts me. I have quality conversations with this girl all the time, and I would give a limb just to be with her. Is it pathetic that almost a half year after this whole ordeal, I still am not over it?