stavrogin

man. Fucked up weekend. Talking to a friend via aim about how much we love Scotch. Went out, bought some Glendfiddich.

Ended up telling him that I made out with his life's love about five years ago. I thought he knew. She never told him. He was a little fucked up hearing about this... Not even drinking. I feel like such an asshole. He says it's ok, he's fine, he still loves me, but, man, I didn't want to hurt him. Not like this.

I am Fortinbras. Fuck me.