Lamenting about my life and the state of humanity to a girl I was going out with. Somehow, her mother got a hold of her chat-logs and fell under the impression that I was going to commence a Columbine-esque massacre. The police ended up coming to my house, I had to speak to school authorities and things were never quite the same again.
Lesson learned, though. Keep misanthropic/emo thoughts to oneself and enjoy the good times.
Lesson learned, though. Keep misanthropic/emo thoughts to oneself and enjoy the good times.