Ah well. I'm an asshole of an American. I suck and that's that, yes?
Anyhow.
Me and Alfred talked tonight. But, everything felt really forced. He doesn't know me and I guess it's all my fault that he doesn't. I've always approached our relationship with the best of intentions... I just want him to be happy with me and to love me... but I guess I go about shit the wrong way.
I push him away. I nag at him. I annoy him. And all I'm trying to do is love him.
Bah.
Men are assholes and I'm gonna become a lesbian. No, not really... well maybe if I meet a hot girl that can turn me on... but I dunno. I just wish shit were easier to deal with, ya know?