

I done fucked up ya'll.
I done fell in love with a voice on an MP3 file and expected a lot more when I met her in person tonight for the second time to me but first to her because I am unimportant in her world. I done fucked up.
Rubyrightrubyrightrubyright is all I could mutter out of my incoherent mouth. Telling her I caught her crew's show twice while never letting go of her hand from a handshake that seemed to last for eons to me but mere seconds to her.
I done fucked up my game. I put her above the pedestal I had put Vanessa. So basically she had to be superhuman to even accept my effort at "game" of which I have none. I done fucked up because I was twisted. Drunk. Faded.
I done fucked up ya'll.
P.S. - The boys will never let me live this down.
This is what I get from listening to girls from the bay.
I done fucked up.
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