IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT I SAY, YOU PROBABLY SUCK.

This one’s not a poem.

Life sucks.  I need to start a 90’s style emo band, something like I Hate Myself or The Promise Ring or something.  

My girlfriend is leaving around New Years.  For good.  That’s it.  No more her.  She’s literally everything I have to cling on to.  Sure I like my friends a lot.  I love my friends.  And I love sitting outside coffee shops and smoking and talking.  But literally every day I get up and think, “how am I gonna see her today?”  Sometimes I ride my bike five miles to see her when I don’t have a car.  I love that girl with all my heart.  And she’s being stripped from me, dragging me through emotional cruelties as if pulling me behind the car, my neck tied by rope, as she drives away.  It fucking sucks.  Everything is ruined for me.  Publix, Kroger, three Starbucks, the movies, mexican restaurants all over town, pizza, my room, her side of town, my side of town, and my friends.  They all make me think of her in some way and when she’s gone I’ll be tortured by my surroundings, casting them glances and darting away back to lines on the road so I can just get to wherever the fuck I’m going.  I need her.  Or I need to get the fuck out of this town.

I don’t have enough money to pay for college.  I’m not eligible for enough financial aid to get me through. So I have to take out a bank loan or go without college.  And that sucks a lot.  I need to do something with my life.  

And I need Olivia Brouillette.