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I hadnt seen him in a year and a half. I wanted him when I was 14 when I saw him in my world geography class on the second day of high school. I finally had him Saturday night, too bad he unknowingly ruined my life for the time being. But then again his first name is Jose and I hadnt had one of those ppl fuck up my life in over a year. I guess I was due for it. Was it worth it? NO. Do I regret it? YES. Did I ever think it was going to happen? Hell no. And now I feel guilty for betraying someone else, who oddly enough before this wouldnt even give me the time or day unless I happened to be in the same city as him. When you do bad things to ppl you eventually realized that they more than likely didnt deserve it. Im packing up this weekend and moving back up North. I kinda hope he'll be there with open arms.