what. a. waste.

Fermin often tells me I'm satirical and cynical. And I agree with him. Actually, I'm all that and more.

Why, you ask?

Well. I don't know. Why not really? I guess experience made me this way. You can't trust anybody to hold your heart and not fucking break it.

So what's the point really?

There's nothing left, is there?

What. A. Waste.