Yeah, let's just go out and talk about whatever the hell we want to. This blog is mine, and I can say anything I want to. I knew one of these days I would need to vent.
He's a perv. And a drunk. And disoriented.
But he is possibly the only person on the face of planet Earth that I have never lied to, and never felt the need to lie to either. Why does he have that effect on me?
He's a blueblood. I'm not. We come from such different worlds, and that probably bugs the hell out of... his family. And sometimes me. It just goes to show you, money makes a difference. And it sucks.
But you'd really never know, just sitting down and talking with him. He knows what he wants, and how he's gonna get it. And how he plans on being himself to get there, even if that screws a few people over. And why should he care. He's not like the rest.
He's better. And I love him.
So when someone comes in and says that I can't be happy and just sit here with the kid while he plays my guitar... Well. I tend to find myself a little disoriented. Never in my life have I ever felt like I can't control something because others say so.
Well, congratulations. They got their wish. And all I wanted? He'll never know. It was just a hug goodbye and a final smile. Cest la vie, fellow drunkard.
I hope they're happy, cuz I'm not.
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