lets throw rocks at them

Ergh, boys.
Thats about it?
Shall i elaborate? Sure, why not. I hate boys. I like them enough, except they're so god damn confusing. The ones i dont like seem to pay me attention, and the ones that i do happen to fancy ('fancy' is such an awesome word) seem to be here nor there. Saturday night i went out and ended up crying over one of these great males. I blame alcohol and boys for my crying. None of it was me overreacting! "LOL" Well, as i sat in the club's bathroom and cried over this stupid boy, i had strangers, lovely girls, come up to me and tell me that i deserved better and that i was worth a lot more. It was like a full on Dr Phill session. They were hugging me, stroking my hair, telling me i was beautiful haha. The thing is, this boy isnt even mine? Its pretty pathetic. I ended up msging him asking if i could "come see you" at 5 in the morning! I called him about a gazillion times. And he didnt even bother replying.
Boys suck. Shoes would never betray me.
I would hope not anyways....