Female Rejection.

I hate when someone says I don't care for them. When I pamper and adore them, yet they claim my words as fake and fraud. They think I am lying to them, believe that I am just trying to get into their pants, or gain some other kind of privilage. I hate when people think I am just using them. Think that I don't care for them. I hate being slapped in the face and called a liar. I hate the depressed that refuse to trust me. To realize I'm telling the truth, but they don't want to believe it. I hate those that act Emo.

You're confused. You're stupid. You're empty. Emo doesn't represent a new genre. It doesn't show emotion into music. It doesn't show emotions on an outward level never experienced before. Blues shows feeling, soul, and emotion. Jazz, rock, country, and nearly any other genre of music displays this. But you assume that Emo is the only thing. Emotion is music, in nearly all cases. Emo isn't real. It's fake, it's a lie, a belief to things that already exist. Don't try to give me some repertoire bullshit you got from a song or magazine. You're fake, you don't have an opinion other than someone else's. You're not human, you don't exist. You are not standing there, you are a figment of my imagination and I do not believe in you. Grow the fuck up. Emo doesn't offer anything. It isn't anything but bullshit and lies. Oh god, your girlfriend broke up with you. Yes, you're supposed to feel bad about it. You aren't feeling...

We're both mad. Furious at each other, and probably never going to speak a word to each other. I was right, she was a hypocrite. Others are agreeing. But I still feel... That I should give an apology. I still feel I should get on my knees, and let her kick me right in the face. The pain of being right. The agony. It shouldn't have came down to this. Why were we so angry at each other, before any of it came up? Before the arguement, before the debate, the discussion. Why were we holding knives to each other's throat? Why do I feel compelled to say those three words? I am sorry. I don't want to admit it, but I am. I know I am right, but I still feel like saying it. I wish I could strike it all down. I wish we could go back to how it all was before. What was bothering us? Why are we so.. Alike? Damn, am I ever sorry. Sorry for saying what I said. For doing what I did. And for being a sorry bastard. Sorry. Added: I wish I could tell her sorry. To her face, as it should be d...