This is Angst.

A simple record of all the douchey things that boys do to me.

Deleting your number was very satisfying.  I hope you enjoy your freshman girl.  Man hoe. 

Competition.

I wonder how it would make you feel to know that I got asked on a date today.  I mean, sure it was by a huge weirdo that I would never actually go out with, but still.  

Boy, you got yourself some competition. 

Alright.

Alright.  You can ditch me last night.

Alright.  You can not even bother texting me back.

Alright.  You can come talk to me this morning like nothing happened.

Alright.  You can then leave and not bother saying anything to me.

Alright.  When I call you can ignore it.

Alright.  You can not bother texting me back again.

Right on bro.  Right on.