i repeat, the moon is down!
well, here's to all of it.
here's to me being an asshole.
here's to me being a stereotype.
here's to all of worcester hating me.
here's to the poster of me that dan and maura will make. like the one they made of isana.
here's to michelle never talking to me ever again.
here's to me hating myself.
here's to me destroying her world.
here's to me not being able to look her in the eye.
here's to me lying to her.
here's to me sucking at living.
here's to me still having to see her at work. And know that i did this to her.
here's to me feeling guilty for a week.
here's to jaris for not letting me handle things myself.
here's to jaris for doing the right thing. what any friend would have done. what i should have been able to do faster.
heres' to me not being able to stop being a coward and fucking tell her when it started.
here's to me needing to be shot.
here's to me hoping that she'll be able to love again. someone who is not me. someone who is better for her. someone much better than me.
here's to me being hated by all of worcester.
here's to me knowing that i did this to her.
here's to me wanting to kill myself.
here's to me not wanting any harm to come to her.
here's to me hoping like hell that her friends will make her feel better.
here's to me hoping that she'll be stronger after this.
here's to me hoping that i will be forgiven although i know i probably won't.
here's to me loving her enough to have wanted to tell her all this to her face.
here's to fucking computers for killing the human ability to show reaction.
here's to the feeling of fire in your veins when this stuff happens.
here's to the good times and the bad.
here's to me always remembering her. And the time we had together, before i fucked everything up.
here's to the thought of putting a gun in my mouth being relaxing.
here's to me not wanting to live knowing that i did this.
here's to marijuana and alcohol for making all this possible.
here's to all those bad teen movies that are exactly like this.
here's to michelle's broken heart.
here's to the knives i will stab into my heart, for every tear she sheds.
here's to me killing myself tonight, infront of this computer.
here's to me having the courage to face tomorrow if nothing else.
here's to me wanting to die.
here's to me wishing michelle a happy rest of her life.
here's to all the things we could have done, but can't now, because i'm an asshole.
i have done the one thing i thought i never could, or would. i cheated on her. don't ask me why. i don't know. what i do know is that men really are assholes. what i do know is that michelle is crushed. what i do know is that i'm the cause. and what i do know is that i'm going to be the new version of the ricky&isanna vs worcester battles. but if you've read nothing else, read this much...
Michelle Henry, I am sorry. I understand that you never want to talk to me ever agian, but just understand that I feel terrible for doing all of this to you. Especially now. I am sorry michelle. That's all i can say to you. I'm sorry to have lead you on. I'm sorry to have done this to you. Please don't cry over me.
here's to me being an asshole.
here's to me being a stereotype.
here's to all of worcester hating me.
here's to the poster of me that dan and maura will make. like the one they made of isana.
here's to michelle never talking to me ever again.
here's to me hating myself.
here's to me destroying her world.
here's to me not being able to look her in the eye.
here's to me lying to her.
here's to me sucking at living.
here's to me still having to see her at work. And know that i did this to her.
here's to me feeling guilty for a week.
here's to jaris for not letting me handle things myself.
here's to jaris for doing the right thing. what any friend would have done. what i should have been able to do faster.
heres' to me not being able to stop being a coward and fucking tell her when it started.
here's to me needing to be shot.
here's to me hoping that she'll be able to love again. someone who is not me. someone who is better for her. someone much better than me.
here's to me being hated by all of worcester.
here's to me knowing that i did this to her.
here's to me wanting to kill myself.
here's to me not wanting any harm to come to her.
here's to me hoping like hell that her friends will make her feel better.
here's to me hoping that she'll be stronger after this.
here's to me hoping that i will be forgiven although i know i probably won't.
here's to me loving her enough to have wanted to tell her all this to her face.
here's to fucking computers for killing the human ability to show reaction.
here's to the feeling of fire in your veins when this stuff happens.
here's to the good times and the bad.
here's to me always remembering her. And the time we had together, before i fucked everything up.
here's to the thought of putting a gun in my mouth being relaxing.
here's to me not wanting to live knowing that i did this.
here's to marijuana and alcohol for making all this possible.
here's to all those bad teen movies that are exactly like this.
here's to michelle's broken heart.
here's to the knives i will stab into my heart, for every tear she sheds.
here's to me killing myself tonight, infront of this computer.
here's to me having the courage to face tomorrow if nothing else.
here's to me wanting to die.
here's to me wishing michelle a happy rest of her life.
here's to all the things we could have done, but can't now, because i'm an asshole.
i have done the one thing i thought i never could, or would. i cheated on her. don't ask me why. i don't know. what i do know is that men really are assholes. what i do know is that michelle is crushed. what i do know is that i'm the cause. and what i do know is that i'm going to be the new version of the ricky&isanna vs worcester battles. but if you've read nothing else, read this much...
Michelle Henry, I am sorry. I understand that you never want to talk to me ever agian, but just understand that I feel terrible for doing all of this to you. Especially now. I am sorry michelle. That's all i can say to you. I'm sorry to have lead you on. I'm sorry to have done this to you. Please don't cry over me.