The End

A year later it has come to the end. The laughter, the drinking, the punk rock-has once again reached it's climax.

He says, "I just don't have that feeling for you"

and I should have said "I should have known the minute you didn't offer to let me move in with you you were a prick"

Drink. Smile. Repeat.

I know from experience, it gets easier.

Goodbye, Mike! It was a fucking blast. Thank you for showing me that I could love again, that I really truly deserve nothing but the best.