Even after his surgery, he is still picking me up even when I can’t do it myself.

He was able to somehow get me back up after I legit told him, “…even after this, I feel like I don’t want to live” and he got me back up. Somehow, Stan was able to. We just got done talking and I told him about the big mistake. I mean, he knows how I get whenever these types of situations happen. No matter who breaks up with who, he knows how I’ll get. But yet, Stan still insists on getting me out there. Even when I tell him that I’m just never gonna date again and I’m not good for anyone. He gets me.

I’m not giving up on anyone here. Never. I tried, I did. I’m sorry from that it wasn’t enough from me. But who knows, maybe something so great wasn’t meant for me. All I can ask is that you are happy without me or something. If I was able to aid you in anyway then thank you for letting me be there for you.

I told Stan that I was an ugly little beast to the world and I’ll be alone forever. Stan thinks I’m actually rather beautiful.