White trash chronicles

You missed Shameless last week? Where the fuck were you? Well, here's what you missed.

I remember being a teenager and having trashy girls hitting on me.

Being at McDonald's a few months from graduating, and these girls were going on about prom and not having a date. They wanted me to ask them. Like I didn't even get to go to public school. I had a bad feeling and of fucking course didn't do anything.

I was at a fair a few months prior to this. This girl stoof next to me on a ride. she was cussing like a sailor saying fuck every other word. Asked me if I had a girlfriend and shit. I didn't do anything. I knew she was trash. Felt obligated since I was a people pleaser, but kind of knew she was bad. A few months later I am looking at a person I knows Facebook, she had commented, so I look at the profile. Bitch had gotten herself pregnant. Score one for common sense.

Right after I had finished home school. I am out and about and this girl hits on me. Begs me to go out with her. I was very put off by her fake, attention seeking, try hard behavior, and attempts to manipulate me by making fake compliments. I'm amazed in hindsight how much sense I had because I was insecure, but I still knew better than to just cling to someone for displaying the same interest to me that they gave to probably every guy. I knew the compliments were fake. I had been around garbage my whole life and knew what she was. Never did anything. She was also on aquantances Facebook pages, turns out this bitch is a violent, evil, clinically psychotic evil bitch.

I always wanted to meet someone who'd give me the love I never had. I wanted to find someone stable. I wasn't about skirt chasing. If I was a retard I'd have fucked my life up and would be like the trash before me. Instead I came from trash and am not any more. Have I found love? No, because I'm still figuring out myself. Do retards think I'm gay? Yes, but at least I'm not poor white trash, living out a life that resembles Shameless and Jerry Springer.

Last one. There was one girl I had an undefined thing with. Really liked her. She really liked me. Kind of drifted. She wanted me to take action and I didn't, thinking she was being fake. Long story short, she would have made my life agony. If I would have ended up Maury Povich trash it would have been with her. She went on to become that with someone else, and I'm sitting here a statistical anomaly. Glad to be, but can be overwhelming since it's all uncharted water.

Moral of the story? Don't fuck around with trash. I knew better and didn't ruin my life more.

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anonymous Relationships May 24, 2025 at 6:53 pm 0 0