The past two days were fine. Then last night something happened I won’t be able to forget.
I had a great night then I didn’t.
Good thing I had my pepper spray with me. That was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced.
Too bad I was left. Because somehow it’s my fault. Somehow it’s my fault.
It’s always my fault in one way or another but this time it wasn’t. I did nothing wrong. Pride is ruining me. Words are killing me. This is seeming to become self destructive.
he was the best part of this show………………..