Once again, Ive run away someone I love. Im not fit to live. For the record, Smarmy Snodsnick, who in the last few months Ive come to love deeply, has basically just compared me to an albatross. She doesnt want me hanging around her neck. Okay. No hanging. I still care, but Ive worn out my welcome. Unlike my friend Carl Dershem, who tried to kill himself after irreparably fuucking up a friendship with a woman he cares for, Ill just shut up. If the lady thinks Im worth knowing again, she knows where to find me. But for now, Ill be a gentleman and cut her loose. And not mention her again. If she doesnt want my worthless excuse for love, she wont have to worry about it.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 22:53:10 +0000