"i'm a hero, tonight i saved a beautiful woman from her asshole boyfriend after her hit her across the room. I should be happy, i SHOULD be glad that i was there to help, I SHOULD BE EXTATIC that someone i care for is doing better today because of what i did. Even though her roommate kicked her out of her room because of what Jared did before he hit her, things were being handled. She was very vulnerable and pliable afterwards. Then i go and hand her off to Ricardo. I always lose these type of people to someone else, she said that she though i was cute and that she was surprised that i hadn't been gobled up by some woman yet because of how sweet i am. There is that fucking poison word again, SWEET. It's the fucking kiss of death to any relationship that i could possibly imagine or even attempt to bring about. I though that i had a glimmer of hope today before all the shit with Jared started, she sat in my lap and told me how cute i was and that she was surprised that i don't have a girlfriend. Oh, the bliss that ran through my heart, The joy i felt. The agony of seeing her in the arms of Ricardo, because i chose not to try anything. I don't know if anything would of resulted but it was very possible at the time but i don't KNOW." The speaker leans over picks up a baseball bat and surveys the room. A room full of stuff, some breakable, some not. He hefts the baseball bat and says "When will i find the someone who thinks that i'm cute, sweet etc.. and wants to date me, to hold me, to cuddle with me for hours." He slams the bat into the nearest object, a desk top. Papers go flying.

"When will i get a chance for a good life?" Once more the bat flies striking down in their prime a row of books from his shelf.

"Do they tell of the heroes that get rejected by the girl?" He strikes the shelf again. It's defences crumble under the mighty onslaught. Books fly.

"What do they say of the heroes when the women calls them her best bud?" He smashes the bat into the monitor on his desk and revels in the sparks, cause they are his and he made them.

"What happens to the dameselle and the hero when the damselle says she loves the hero from the arms of another who didn't help to save her?" More pieces of the monitor go flying. He's being methodic tonight.

"WHY -" Slam onto the computer.

"- NOT -" SLAM.

"- ME!" SLAM.

"What if there isn't no fucking sunset?" He shatters his laserdiscs with a single bash of the bat.

"No one finds me the least bit dateable! I'M -" He smashes a speaker from his top shelf.

"- SO -" He backhands the opposite speaker from it's shelf.

"- FUCKING -" He spies the telephone, and reduces it to pieces.

"- SWEET!" The desk get another barage of bat imprints.

"Why do i let myself be fucked over like this?" His dresser gets beaten.

"When will i learn?" A kick sends his roomates clothes flying across the room, adding to the general mayhem on the floor.