Just a regular dude.

I know our paths may never cross again. You may not even want them to. But I will look fondly on the time we shared.

I can’t stop thinking about you. Why can’t I stop thinking about you.

My luck finally ran out, on the thing that meant the most to me. But I’m just glad I had the time I did.

Vomit. Die. In that order

I am moving on. Moving forward.

This. Right now, this.

I am being replaced. And I’m too in love to do anything but sit here. Hoping someday she wants me again.

Yes I am. I would do anything for her. You stupid love struck puppy dog shit. Fuck you Jason. Fuck you.

Who am I kidding.

What is even happening? I am really willing to do this for her.