Everytime we lie awake.

Once upon a time there was a boy. He said he hated the world. He said nothing ever went his way, that no one loved him, no one cared. He said girls didn't like him, the usual "poor me" crap that seems to be the common line. The depressing Facebook statuses of the world coming down on my head. He wondered why he had no male friends. There is a simple answer to that. Boys don't put up with it, they don't put up with whining, the help me looks and they certainly don't try to help you if you don't help yourself. So stand up, make a change and then we'll talk. Until then, keep playing the poor little girls, keep them believing that they can fix you when really, you love the role of dysfunction and the only ones who talk to you are wistfully dreaming girls who believe you will choose them when really you just love the attention. There are plenty of people willing to do that, just don't count me as one of them.