March 19 in These Foolish Things

  • March 20, 2015, 3:11 a.m.
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Too tired to write, really.

I had dinner with the Bulldog. I ended up saying I’m out and that I can’t do it anymore after feeling like an utter fool. He has no capacity for feeling good about anything anymore, and all I can do is feel shitty about the whole thing…and my heart is just broken.

I know I loved him, but he wouldn’t let me.

I guess I owe him one, eh?

Today is a ZERO.

Ugh,
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