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fifty-three

jack.
when you're depressed, one night stands were the best. spend the night with company and have them gone by the morning. after my breakup with claudia, it became a routine of me to do that.

"call me," said the blonde head girl as she was halfway out of the door.

"yeah, that won't happen. you're good in bed though," i smiled.

"wait, what the fu–,"

"see ya," i smiled, closing the door.

call me a douche but i got my heart broken so i deserve my one night stands. girls shouldn't keep there hopes up. i through myself on the couch and groaned as i pulled out my phone.

gilinsky
where ya at, j?

johnson
im staying with michaela
tonight.

gilinsky
are you avoiding me? you
haven't been home in 2 months.

johnson
dude, i told you from
the beginning, claudia
is my best friend and you
broke her heart. i love ya man
but you fucked up.

gilinsky
thanks, captain obvious.

johnson
that's your problem dude
stop acting like a little bitch,
grow a pair and fix your mistakes
like every other smart guy.

johnson was right but i didn't want to admit it. i missed claudia but i also blew it. not only did i lose her but i lose my friends. i felt like nothing i could do could fix what i did.

claudia was happy with some new guy. the media likes him more than they like me. my followers were dropping, brands no longer wanted to work with me, and jackandjack was falling apart.

i'm an idiot.