for the guy who wanted to have it all.

We don’t love you. We don’t want to meet you in a sleazy restaurant/hotel/third floor walk up. We don’t even like you. You’re disgusting. Pathetic. And irrelevant. I hope she finds out. I hope your mother finds out. And I hope they both confront you. And make sure you know the pompous piece of shitContinue reading “for the guy who wanted to have it all.”