What a Loser okay fine not a loser just a dysfunctional person who can't love or maybe even feel right now.

and my stalker and i sat there. and streams of tears fell down my face. this was probably the last time i would see him in a while. no, not my stalker: that awesome douche would be seen in fall, and would be heard and thought of every single day hopefully during the summer (sean law yes i called you a douche on the internet, what are you going to do about it? call stan marsh and make a fb ban on my blog? hehehe). him. it was so weird. as dysfunctional as love left me over the past couple years, my heart still throbbed faster for him. of course. he is my first love, after all. it was too late. he was leaving, or in this case, i was leaving.  i would miss the hugs, the cuddling and the kisses. i would miss the movie/cuddling more actually. things won't ever, ever be the same. not here, at least.