Blame Game

I keep thinking “what did I do?!”

And, I mean, that’s pretty easy. I went crazy.

But he screwed up, too. Equal parts. Not all my fault. Not all his.

It’s okay. It’ll be okay.

I’m allowed to feel like shit.

And I guess…at least he has Miranda.

Maybe she was better in bed than he said, and he’ll be able to convince her to have pity sex with him a lot.

I will miss this cat. So. Much.

I will love on her so much until he takes her. <3

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