Here I am, four hours from my 24th birthday. Some would be celebrating but for some reason I can’t help but to sulk. Whenever times should be good and my chin should be high, there you are to rip everything down and send me back to square one. You’re in my thoughts, you’re in my dreams. You’ve taken a grown man who is well off in his life and made him feel completely useless.
I sit here and wonder how I am supposed to muster up the ability to trust someone ever again. It goes so far beyond misogyny. I am not a misogynistic person, I am a guy who appreciates women. But for some reason always end up with the wrong ones and this time, I can’t seem to get you off of my back.
Here is to another year. Hopefully better than the last.