Hello my friends, my rejects, my lovers. I am Glenn. You may know me from my blog, from schooling, or you may not know me at all. But I am here to make a request, nay, a plea. I have seen weeks draw to a close, I have seen lights flicker from overuse, I have seen paint dry all while sitting and watching tumblr. It’s no surprise that I am a sexually frustrated, homosexual, teenage male. That much is obvious. But I am also starved for human contact.
I may not be unpopular at my school, but I used to be. People would have rather sat on the floor than next to me. I was worse than the plague. High school seems to be where this happens for most of you, but, in truth, it’s where I blossomed. I gained friends for the first time. This isn’t some “Lo! My life is dreadful” post, so please, bear with the contextual details.
Despite my more publicly adored status, I still remain a beacon of unapproachability. I still have people avoid me at any cost. I see their expressions as the teacher tells them to be grouped with me, I know what they’re thinking. “Fuck, I’m with him.”
I needed an escape. I was too weak for suicide and too boring to be famous. So, I found the safety of tumblr. I expected people of similar tastes and backgrounds to converge and grow together, but alas not. It’s those who sell out or get lucky who truly advance on this site. They have strangers asking for advice, nudes, or even how the individual survives with their despicable selves.
Now, my plea. Please my followers of new and old. Communicate with me, talk to me. Tell me your dreams and ambitions. Tell me your drama you can’t even tell your cat. Tell me everything. Ask me anything. Do you want a topless Tuesday picture? How about a wanking Wednesday? I will do whatever you, my followers, want. I have given up.
My purpose in life is clear: please others. So, fuck it. What do I have to lose? 125 followers? Talk to me, my friends. You may find a friend you need, or even a friend in need. The world is a marvellous place like that. I hope to hear from you. Even with this generic post to all, every person matters to me. Show me love and it will be reciprocated.
If I receive so much as a single message, I will only post unique posts and pictures for the next week. We’ll grow together. Leave me a request or a message and I WILL get back to you. I love each and every one of you.
There are only a few things I cannot tolerate and this is one. You do NOT fuck with Severus Snape and ESPECIALLY not with his love for Lily. Understand? I don’t give two flying fucks if you think “5evur” is funny. He gave EVERYTHING for her. You show his some fucking respect. Every person who posts one of these posts will be unfollowed. I’m done. You do NOT insult the bravest man to ever not live.
It’s the only et that works for me to get over people…
Let’s see, a list…
And the order goes:
1) dated - friends hated me
3) dated - friends hated me and apparently I was abusive
4) hates me
5) almost dated several times
6) don’t talk to him anymore
7) tried killing himself and is in jail LDR
8) “straight” and a freshman
9) scared off
:-P well… That didn’t really make me feel better. More purging later today I suppose. I’ve got like… 20 pages of notes from school about #9 that might help. But #5… I don’t know how to purge him…
I’m going to bed before shit gets worse today…
For nine months now, there’s this guy that I’ve kinda liked. He’d basically be my backup. I know it’s bad and horrible but he’d be the one that I liked but not more than the other guys I tried to date. In early October, I finally decided to let him go in favour of Dustin. Well, I lost Dustin and I lost the backup (who shall now be referred to as Evan simply because it’s a good cover name).
I’ve been thinking about the backup a lot lately. Like, I actually think I would have been happy with him even though there are some major differences between us. So, I’ve been trying to patch up the difference and get back to where we were about two months ago. This morning at 3am or so, I finally told him I was crazy about him and I was so wrong and stupid for letting him go. He no longer likes me. That’s fair. I was a major dick to him. But now I want him even more. Want what I can’t have I suppose. Oh Evan… What I would give to dgo back two months and choose you over Dustin…