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I hate love songs when my heart hurts.

I hate it when Susan looks at me and says “How are you?” and I feel her think “Poor young man” to herself as she says it.

I’m lonely and I need allies.

I should stop falling in love and fucking up friendships.

I miss Tessa. Dawn. Robyn. I hate missing people.

I don’t want to be tied here right now.

I want Frank to stop saying “Thanks, my man”.

Reargh