One day, a tell all.
But for now I’ll just write. I need to move on, get it out. We all feel like the main character in all our stories. I just hope that I don’t have to marry Stanford. I was messaging this man on Grindr and I assumed that he was staying at the hotel nearby my work but no he was staying in a tent near the hotel and the got kinda mad when I was confused but he was right when he said Grindr is like a meat market, I feel so dirty all the time on it, I don’t see how Dan does it, well he doesn’t anymore, supposedly, allegedly. I wonder how long I’ll obsess over this? He isn’t in jail again but I keep checking. I hate that I have someone else to hate now. I wish I didn’t know this.










