I admit I had issues, I hit you, but still I stayed with you, because I guess I wished you would change, and you wished the same didn’t you? but now it’s here we go again. I let you get under my skin, fuck up my relationship with my friends, you bitch, you left and took everything I had with you. I miss you. But I need no tissues. And I don’t need to talk to anybody because nobody will understand my situ-ation. Facing major felonies, not listening to what anybody is telling me, getting drunk, yell and scream, none of my friends are feeling me, spilling beans as well as all of our intricacies, wishing things could have been different. Now I’m a misfit. I had a shot to win the game and I missed it. I missed it.