I wish there was something about me that was addictive. Something that made me hard to forget or hard to move on from. I hate it when people find it easy to dismiss me for someone else in days. It really takes no effort at all to push me out of the picture when I’m just a side factor.
I know I’m pathetic.
I knew when she said it.
A loser, a bum is what she called me when I drove her home.
So, I write sometimes. Cool your hormones, ladies; it’s about video games. It’s not exactly Hemingwayesque, sorry. I only follow the author in disdain for life. Not that attractive, I know.