I wanted to write something so I could feel bad, but god has left my consciousness and I feel nothing. I thought a drink would bring the feelings back. Too many calories. I’d be disappointed with myself. Time to fire up Tinder.
He wanted a purebred, and I’m just a shelter animal. They’re roses and I’m just a dandelion. Maybe he’s fallen in love… Best leave him to his happiness. This sucks, man. This sucks worse than a nun trying to give a blowjob. Shit, I’m worried I’ve gone too far. This is the last thing I wanted. But I can’t stop. I’m power tripping.
This fucker wants a pound of flesh.
Everything will be okay. If it’s not okay, it’s not over.
What lies you tell. I’d rather be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie. Fucking mind games. Why can’t you just beat me like a normal person?
I’m losing it.
Jess. Jess, Jess, Jess… You have yourself and that is enough. You come from a time when ships were made of wood and men were made of steel. You’re some fantastic shit, and I wouldn’t fuck with you unless if I had a strong belief in reincarnation. And if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I’m jealous that other people get to have you in their lives and I don’t.