The world sucks.

Fuck her. God, fuck her. I don't need this shit. I'm 29 fucking years old. I worked through my need for drama and got rid of it by the time college was over, you know? 'No more suicide attempts,' I told myself when I graduated. 'No more dysfunctional parents, no more freaky-ass sex, no more liberal-arts majors. I'm a fucking grown-up now.' Jesus.

I could go out and fuck someone, you know. Doesn't she realize that? Doesn't she think I have the power to attract someone? God, fuck her! Fuckin' Fran and I made out just two fuckin' weeks before I met Barb, for God's sake. Yeah, I can't attract women. Hah. Or maybe she's thinks I'm too 'sensitive' to go out and have an affair. Well, let me tell you something, you put a 'sensitive' person around some asshole who decides to fuck around on you under your nose and never say a fucking word, and you just watch and see how sensitive and caring he stays.

You know, Fran was a really good kisser.