I'm drinking and thinking about her again
I wish I hadn't been such a bitch.
My god she was fine as hell and actually wanted me.
Sure she felt that way towards everyone but I could have had my piece of the pie.
Instead I bitched out in the heat of the moment.
I don't think I'll ever recover from this.
There comes a point where it's just sad and I'm long past it.
Teenage fantasies have turned into adulthood delusions of grandeur.
I wish I could just disappear.
This is hell.