Well, I’m getting closer to being done with this damn project.

Been here all morning, working on this house, getting it ready to slap some color on it. It might be too cold and windy today to finish, but I’ll get everything else ready so that I can whip it out. And get the fuck out of here. Are you still find a reason any reason to come to this place? Just to see you, in hopes I do see you. Now I just wanna leave. Last night you did exactly what I knew you would do which keeps me closed off and never ever show you anything. I don’t know what we could’ve been if anything at all. You’ve shown no interest in me after saying all that hurtful stuff to me. As my friend rejected me in the most coldhearted way possible. But I sucked it up in a stage your friend because I care about you, but I won’t ever try that again. For me to ever do that we’re gonna have to spend some time together like you do with the other fucking friends you got if not move on with my life and you move on with yours. I’m OK with that. You’ve made me OK with that. Now I enjoy looking at you sometimes but even that’s going away. It sucks cause I fucking love you so much. For nothing I wasted my time.