Someone stole every penny I had
Well, I suppose I should tell you what happened now that things have settled a bit.
Someone stole every penny I ever made. Six figures. Gone. I have 11.62 to my fine name.
But I think I’ll be ok. I’ll survive.
It’s what I do.
Was thinking about the curly-haired girl recently. I haven’t seen her in a month or so and I don’t think I will.
But I thought about a conversation we had the last time I saw her.
Her: So I don’t see why you’re still single.
Me: I’m really good at hiding the crazy until about the third or fourth date.
Her: Ah, (slowly nodding) good to know…
It all seems so unreal. Unfortunately, it’s all true.
Location: 20:00 yest, on 32d btw 8th and 9th
Mood: completely sotted
Music: feeling lonely I had a life to give many dreams to live