I’d given up hoping for a romantic relationship with her years ago – and finding out she’s married only reinforced that – but I still hoped that with twelve years to clear the air that we could put past misunderstandings behind us and be friends again. But noooo, I have to still be held accountable for some stupid misdemeanors I pulled before I was even eighteen.

Shit like this makes me want to go to her place of business and graffiti it all up. Lucky for her I don’t know how to drive.