December 2010
So...
I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to get back onto the “ohimissbarnacleboy” roller-coaster ride. I was so sure I was already over it.
There’s always something so unsettling about waking up and trying to recall if that face I saw in my dreams were of you, or to stand on a crowded metro and get flashbacks of you because of the familiar cologne the stranger next to me...
Things you should not do:
Stalk me.
1) It’s annoying.
2) It’s annoying.
3) It’s FUCKING annoying.
Goodbye. I would really like to sip some “leavemethefuckalone” jumba juice while I watch “youleavemethefuckalone” in the horizon.
