Macalania Woods
Someone should take me there.
I'd like to go there.
Fuck the fiends, it'd be nice.
Once again, I'm single, just like it should be. I fucked up pretty bad, and it all started over something tiny, and insignificant. Nadia read my blog, Prosperi-T, posted on the eighteenth of February, before her and I even started dating. Here's what she was enraged by:
"People would know I've developed feelings for a girl, and if you're one of the people who didn't, I'm sure it doesn't come as a surprise.
I now suspect I may have feelings for two other girls also. One' a recent addition in my life, and the other is a friend who I've come close to.
Prosperi-T to whoever guesses whom!"
Go figure.
It's my fault, sure, but it's not my fault that Nadia acted this way, over something I felt before we even began to date. Sure, I still do have feelings for one of the two, and, to a degree, Nadia herself, but, fuck it.
I'm not in a position to be in a relationship. This misery won't go away.
I'm not going to bring someone's mood because of it.
I'm still a depressive fuck.
I'm failing school.
I'm not doing work.
Pass the scotch.
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