Written on 11/20/15
So, I haven’t written shit all day. I’m kind of tipsy/drunk right now but feel the need to write. Today has been a good fucking day. Really fucking good. Met these chicks who bought me shots because they saw that I was drinking by myself at this bar. Not bad. But for some fucking reason….I kept thinking about Andrea.
I drove by her place. I do not know why. Even though she turned into a carpet muncher, I still care for her and yes…I am curious as to what she is doing. Like, fuck. Why is that? I don’t know. Honestly, there is a small part of me that wishes she comes back to me. I would treat her so fucking well, like I already have been. Can’t stop thinking about her. FUCK.
Wrote a letter to her today…Which I am hoping that she sees one day. I will share on here. Please, if anyone can find her, let her see this. Her name is Andrea Perez.
I need some more Vodka. Been drinking dos equis, jager, and tequila all night. Why? Because I don’t fucking know. I’ve been drinking everyday since last Friday. It’s the only way I can sleep somewhat decent.
I feel like a pile of shit, that has honestly been putting on a front for the past couple of days. Thought I was happy…but honestly, I don’t think I am. I’m lonely. The highlight of my weekend will be taking my niece to go see the Hunger Games on Sunday. Other than that, I will not be doing shit. I feel like I am just typing now. I bought this chick tickets to come to Chicago with me. FUCK. I thought we were serious, hot and heavy as some people would say. Guess I was wrong.
It’s funny. I told one of buddies at work because he asked. He said I should get revenge. Want to know how? He said I should ask for her back, fuck her from behind, and then beat her ass with a baseball bat. I chuckled a bit….but couldn’t do that shit. I suggested maybe a donkey punch? But he said NO, had to be a baseball bat. I love my co workers.
Well, I’m about to go get some Vodka. Thanks for everyone who has been following or liking. I know this is relationship drama, but I really fell in love with this chick. She was my princess and I can’t get over her…even though she left me for a fucking girl. I’d still take her back if she asked me…She was that special to me. If anyone thinks differently, please let me know. I’ve heard so many different opinions, I feel like I’m holding onto a non-existent thread…but I’m optimistic and for some odd, strange, weird reason….I feel like God put her in my life for some reason. I don’t know. It’s Friday night, which only means one thing….I need more fucking Vodka.