AngstLove (Sample: Message me if you want another chapter)

"I couldn't care less what you think of me. What gives you the 'godly' right of labeling me? Branding me?"
"Well, you're a creep. That's first and foremost. Do you really, believe that anyone, at any given moment, really does care about you?"
"No. But that's irrelevant to the conversation."
"What?"
"How does that have anything whatsoever to do with you labeling me or me being a 'creep'?"
"Don't try to confuse me with your exostential likes, kid"
Wanna lay bets? I'm sure he learned that 'big kid word' off of a movie. Not that he has the slightest clue on what that means. Some people just don't get it. I'm 'exostential', 'emo', I'm a 'creep'. It never ends, because people think that if they keep taunting me, they gain something from it. Okay, so let's be honest. They have as much of a clue of what they 'gain', as much as me finding the fountain of youth. Non-existent. Sure. Granted, I may not live up to expectations, my peers, my parents. I might even be 'strange'. Hell, I'm an introvert, but at least I'm not disillusioned. I CAN afford to look myself in the mirror every morning. I CAN go a day at the least without lying to myself.
I CANNOT, however seem to bud into a social life. I don't want to be someone else, but I do need something else to make this life bearable. People from the counselors office at school or the 'TPS'- Teens Prevent Suicide club. The TP club! Overtly happy, so sickly sweet, life if you were on pcp with a sugar rush. They could say "I'll be your friend", but they don't care any more than the man on the moon. Words only mean so much. Well, actually words mean nothing. Actually nothing means more. Compared to words, nothing is fried gold. Sorry. odd image, folks. But you get what I mean. Friends don't truly exist, however aqunaintences do. And that, my "friends", is a silver lining. Thus brings up Monica.Ahh... Yes...I suppose you can say I've got an obsession. NOT a crush. Crushes are for dreamy little schoolboys. 'Sceneboys', The folks who listen to Brokencyde and Mindless Self Indulgence. Not that there is anything wrong with those bands, that's your choice to make. Wow...ADD much? Anyways this girl. Jesus Christ. This girl, she makes coming to this mediocre building that's a truly sorry excuse for a high school really truly worth it. I can sit in class all day, and never be phased. Call me a creep. Blow my brains out. It doesn't matter much. I am absolutley entranced by this girl. A favorite pastime of mine is sitting in my tiny desk, in my tiny corner of my 6th period class, listening to music (preferrably +44 or even Angels and Airwaves. Yeah, I'm pathetic. But so are you for getting this far in the story), just listening to a beautiful soundtrack. Christ... I sound so emotional. Sappy... But Dammit... I'm going to talk to her today.