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”.