So I’m in this beautiful little city.  You may know it, it’s called New Orleans.  All I can think about right now, is that I am not good enough.  For anyone.  I don’t deserve love.  Why would some guy or anyone for that matter like me, when I don’t even like me.  And for some strange gods damned reason I think the CITY  won’t like me either. Gotta love my fucking brain. Maybe it gets better. Single for life.

The lake.