Maybe I am your ex.
Maybe this whole blog is my way of getting your attention, of sending you an invitation and a warning. It could be that I’ve been sitting here for years, soaking in the adoration of random girls and spinning tall tales while waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to find me and apologize for being so fucking useless inside. Waiting for you to show me how much you regret not being good enough.
Maybe you should think about that.
Okay, baby?