THE SON OF PART ONE:
I do not know why the last two gifs didn't work in my previous post. I HATE YOU INTERNET.
Wait, no. I'm just kidding. I LOVE YOU. SO MUCH.
ME AND THE INTERNETS ON VACATION. CANCUN WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.
Life, en genéral.
I probably spelled 'genéral' wrong, but sometimes I just need to stick something to French, and today I'm going to stick it to French by not looking up the spelling of 'genéral'.
TAKE THAT FRENCH.
I've been dealing with this thing. This is the thing. That when a girl is nice to a guy, she's 'flirtatious' and it's her fault if a guy thinks she likes him. She is then responsible for every horrible feeling he feels when she rejects him, unless she caves in and doesn't, even if she doesn't actually want to be within ten feet of him.
Okay, you got it? Okay.
I really don't have anything else to say about that. I have my own way of dealing with said guys.
WOW THIS WAS SHORT. It's late AGAIN, and I need to go to bed. PART TROIS TOMORROW!