I sit hear and ponder what it is that you think of me? A good friend, a buddy, or even a friend you could fuck. I can’t stand the fact that you are two feet in front of me and I can’t have you. I don’t understand why you have to break my heart all the time. I wish some days that we just went out separate ways that way this would not be as hard as it’s been. I just don’t understand how you could promise me things and then take them back just like you never spoke them. I wish for one day you live up to what you say. Well I am now off to go see you.. Because I am a loser.…god help me be strong..