So in the last 45 minutes, I went from being a pretty happy kid to feeling like I got plowed by a bus. So this girl I knew, fell for me, broke up with her boyfriend, then decides she hates the fiber of my being, doesn't want to talk to me ever again, and couldn't care less about me? It's nice to know that a girl that could have made me a very happy man just raped me in a holy manner. And of course, it's my fault for the whole thing, because she is an emo piece of shit, who cries, bitches and moans about her life sucking and how she wants to kill herself, I ask her why, and she refuses to tell me. Yeah, I can do a hell of a lot of good when she won't tell me what kind of burr is up her ass. Says I never talk to her, I always complain about her, when she's the one who refuses to talk to me! Why put in the effort to talk to her when my dog will give me a more valid response? For fucks sake, relationships couldn't be any more retarded.