So this is the mood I get into when I’m drunk now. I can’t afford to love you.

Friday night: Soho with Bryce, Cam, Sam, Isabeau
Saturday: walked to Ponte Tresa, Italy, with Quinn and Acacia
Saturday night: naufrage

I can’t make you love me if you don’t.
I can’t make your heart feel something it won’t.

I’m sure I haven’t ever caused anyone to feel the way I feel right now. I just don’t have that kind of power over people. And if I have this must be God’s way of sending karma back to me. Faen.