I’m exhausted, and I have to get up for work in a little over two hours, but I had too much coffee at some hole-in-the-wall waffle house knock-off on the way home. So, here I am awake.
Tonight marks Danielle’s last night in Alabama.
I got to see her tonight in Hoover one last time before she leaves. No matter how much I try to push the feeling of sadness away, I still feel like shit inside when I think about it. I can’t help but wonder if things would be different if my circumstances were different. What if I had a chiseled body? What if I had a real personality? What if I had money?
I wish there was something I could do to be desired by her.
Anyway, it was good seeing her again. Like I’ve told myself before, as long as she’s happy, I’ll be happy for her.