And a pussy for that matter. I met someone incredible and told her my birthday was 3 years later then what it really is. I have come to care for that person and her feelings very much, maybe more than my own. Certainly more than I could have imagined in such a short time. Now, unless I get a second chance, one in which I really don’t know if I even deserve, I may never be able to regain all of her trust back. Not fully at least. I can’t call anyone out for their bullshit because, what the fuck, I lied about a simple thing. I suck.
It’s about fucking time. Wonder what else you have not been honest about?
Ugh. I actually feel for the guy. He’s obviously witty and smart. It might be naive of me to say, but I think he’s being truthful here, and…..I think it’s sweet. Sorry man.