When I was in high school, specifically my freshman year, I held a lot of bitterness over the fact that I'd never had a girlfriend. I figured this was because I was a nice guy, and all girls were sluts who only wanted bad boys. I had a crush on a specific girl, who shall remain nameless, and wrote a fiery, heated journal entry about her. I'm going to share it with the world for the first time, so get ready for secondhand embarrassment.

I hate Jizzanthepuss! (not her real name)

She walks around and flaunts her douche-bag boyfriend (who had never been nothing but friendly towards me)in my face because she knows I'm in love with her. (I had no clue what love was, and even if I had, she had no inkling that I liked her.)

Why is she such a slut? (She wasn't.)Why can't she love a nice guy like me? (It's because I was creepy and weird, and really not that nice.)She's only with him because he plays football and is a giant asshole.(Football had nothing to do with it, and again, not only was this guy never mean to me, he was really nice.)

I hate him.(No I didn't)If he hurts her I'll kick his ass! (No I wouldn't)

Someday she'll dump him and come crawling back to me. (She never even crawled away from me, so she definitely couldn't crawl back.) She has to love me, I'm such a nice guy (nope)and we're such good friends! (We're still friends actually.)

So that's a small glimpse into the terrible person I was just a few short years ago. I no longer assume being "nice" makes me deserving of a relationship, because that's just dumb, and if that's the way you think. then you need to take a long, hard look in the mirror and realize you just suck as a person.