Fuck you. You’ll never get to know me.

This fuckin’ guy: are you gay?
Me: nope

What the fuck.

This fuckin’ guy (I’m just remembering from here on out): oh, cause your profile comes off that way to people.
Me: How?
This fuckin’ guy: it’s not my place to tell you.
Me (a few minutes later, after changing my profile): that was kind of assholish
Me: i feel gay now
This fuckin’ guy: great
This fuckin’ guy: bye
Me: that’s fucked up.
This fuckin’ guy (a quote from here on out): maybe, but i’d never try to come off as bein straigt and put the talented mr ripley as one of my favorite movies
Me: ha
Me: alright, i don’t feel gay anymore
Me: thank u
This fuckin’ guy: oh that was just one evample. your profiles laced with it
Me: oh well
This fuckin’ guy: right, like i was sayin before. bye
Me: bye bye
This fuckin’ guy: see?
Me: yeah i do, and i knew ud think that actually
This fuckin’ guy: ok, nice cover. see ya

Well fuck him then.

Me: 😀
This fuckin’ guy: please stop
Me: why
Me: im just being queer
Me: get it?

I don’t know what to say. I don’t want a profile anymore. I don’t want anyone to know who I am (well, except).

I hope when I go to New York, people don’t think this, because I know I’m not.

A Fucking IM.

“It’s no big deal, just turning your back, on another asshole.”

Mike said that when I just called him to tell him about it. Isn’t it funny?

He said that I don’t always have to have the last