I've always liked Jack Johnson, but it makes more sense to appreciate him now because you like him. A lot. It's nice to know that "we" have things in common. It makes me like you more...which I guess is okay. For the time being, that is.
You talk a lot about your ex-girlfriend. I don't mind, but I feel like it's really holding you back. I think you're still in love with her. You tell me how much you hate her and how horrible of a person she is but in some way I think you're putting her on a pedestal. You say she's fucked you over too many times...so why bother worrying about her? I hope you don't hate me when all of this is done with. I don't think I want you to like me...but I don't want you to hate me. Maybe you'll just accept it for the way it is. We'll slowly stop talking altogether and you will find someone, get married. You truly are at the perfect age. Happiness is right around the corner for you, dear.
"You said this was all you have
and it's all I need
but blah blah blah,
because it fell apart.
I guess it's all you knew
and all I had.
But now we have
only confused hearts.
I guess all we have
is really all we need."
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