You asked me to date you, and I said no, remember?
I don't regret saying no, and I'm not jealous; I'M GOING TO BE HOMELESS.
A couple of nights in one of your hotel rooms is probably as much or more than rent for a month for a low income apartment in the Boston area.
I'm not the bad guy; I was never the bad guy.
When am I going to stop being treated as if I deserve what's happening to me?
Copyright, with the exceptions of sickening pictures of spoiled, hateful rich people who are part of a vicious, stupid industry, L. Kochman, May 19, 2017 @ 4:04 p.m.
