So I'm here in this shit hole of a fuck city called Minneapolis. I'm bored and the only person I know here won't answer the text I sent her.
If there were a chance just to get her to be less mad again. I really liked her, but I broke her heart. She broke my heart. It was an on going struggle. I don't know for sure but she blames me for sure.
I'm sorry SP. I really did care extremely deep, but drinking and care in the moment are my weakness. I am a roaming person.
You were surrounded by 50 people, no joke, so I assumed you wouldn't notice me dipping out. Who would have known you would hold it against me. I tried to tell you but I got tired of fighting the crowd. I felt like I was appealing for your attention but not getting it, so I went somewher else. Literally a 40 minute wait to talk to you.
Whatever. I am spilling my guts and it doesn't matter. You won't see this, but you were my light. I miss you.
I really hate myself right at this moment.
Damn.
