I think my goldfish loves me. I woke up. Keep thinking about Jesss. Every instinct and layer of experiance says 'cut her loose', don't have nothing to do, make it short, sharp and harsh. I was pretty stupid getting all freindly, and say let's meet here, let's meet there.
Fools rush in.
She think she knows perfectly well what's going on. The part about the self-destruction that's what bothers me. I could be just like her, well not quite. I'm not a Pretty Young Thing as she says she is, the world wouldn't have much patience for me, it doesn't. Course Jesss isn't going to be a PYT much longer.