Thanks to his fucking girlfriend who didn’t fucking like me, we’re no longer convoying together or sharing motel rooms. It was just sort of dumped on me. They ditched me and said it was “easier” to have this other person book them a room. But I haven’t seen them since.

Supposedly he’s just as hurt by all this. He was the first person who ever reciprocated my feelings after all. But he isn’t the one whose plans and hopes for the future just got FUCKING SHIT ON. I’m back to starving every fucking day now. He still stops by like roughly once a week but he never stays to hang out like he used to. He doesn’t pick up when I call him most of the time. When I do see him he gives me cash and free drugs like it’s his way of saying “I’m sorry.”

He seemed so legit happy to see me last time he showed up. Sometimes I want to crush his fucking heart for what I have to live with.

Back to having to be around vile fucking people I hate every day.

Fuck this pathetic fucking world.