Ok. So now I understand. That’s fucking fantastic. I guess this is all my fault. I really wish I could fix it and make things better because I know what its truely like without you. But that’s not gunna happen. So fuck it. I had this girl at this diner aggressively try to get me to ask for her number and finally give me hers last week. Why not give that number a call now. Although she’s white. There’s this girl I know from marlton that tried flirting with me all the time that I told off plenty of times, but whatever. Good body, Puerto rican and white. Who cares, I’ll be in Jersey a bit, might need some dates since I’M single. Free to do whatever. I’m 22, got a great job, good shape, sweet personality. No need to cry over someone who obviously doesn’t want me. I’ve been trying, taking the comments and still trying to work my way in your heart. Your heart don’t fuckin want me. Oh well, I’ll be making a lot of phone calls I guess. Why the fuck not. Maybe do all the shit everyone else does at those parties I went to. No more just hanging out playing beer pong and talking school and film to people. I’ll actually dance with girls at these things! Check that out!

Fuck crying, option 2 is so much easier.

[emotionally fucked]