…What? You didn’t know I had pals? Well, maybe I won’t after this. But I gotta be honest, you know?
So many jocks. So little game.
So many gambits. So little result.
So many Judy Garlands. So little talent.
So many schemes. So little thought.
Sorry, ex-friends. Don’t hate on me, okay?
But wait, I almost forgot this:
So many real moments. So little to make me not want to kill myself.
There, that’s positive, right? Well, it is. For me