>she seems perfect
>better yet she seems different
>you speak to her for hours
>you feel not so empty anymore
>she then begins to appear less enthusiastic speaking to you
>you try hard and begin to ask only questions to keep any shred of conversation going
>she eventually stops responding
>you know you will never speak to her ever again
>you're alone again
>forever
How do you deal with this feeling?
>>29369769
That's not how you greentext
>>29369769
>realize there are billions of women in the world
>recognize that she's not really that unique and I would feel the same with a lot of people this was just the first time so I think it's special
>grow up and stop being so narcissistic
>forget about her to the point that you can't even remember her name or face
>>29369891
jaded normie cunt projects his narcissism onto someone who dares to feel an emotion: the post
>out on a random day
>see her after a few months
>you both act like nothing happened
>every word she says kills you inside
>she is still the same and you realise that she just dosen't care about you
>yfw that night
You're an over emotional, low test, sad kunt, shut the fuck up and grow a fucking pair. Faggot. Learn to greentext you normie twat
>>29369891
>narcissistic
huh?
I agree with everything else you said, OP is a faggot 15 year old, but how is he being narcissistic?
>on the train headed home
>group of wild mexicans loudly chattering on the other end of an otherwise vacant subway cart
>one of them points out my wu-tang shirt and says and i quote "AAYEEERRRR"
>offers a hit of a blunt im kinda drunk i accept graciously
>asks me if i smoke crack, tell him i've never smoked crack before but it definitely something i'm open to try
>arrive at destination at the same time i finish taking his number down
>they're all laughing as I leave
>i notice the number i took down on my phone looks something like 7128378+++********&@5382
>i'm feeling very fucked up, cant walk straight, intense wave of nausea hits me as soon as i leave the station
> l find some trash to puke in but progressively get higher
>end up laying in the trash puking my brains out outside of the train
station
>cockroaches and shit crawling around since this is in nyc those big ones tha fly n shit
>usually terrified of cockroaches but these cockroaches become my friends
>have an hour to 2 hour long conversation with cockroaches
>finally sober enough to go home without my mom freaking out on me, get home at 5 am.
didn't even get the crack dealers number this is bullshit
