mawlz
Everybody knows that girls just want to bang guys who are in bands. So just make up a band to be in, give it some ridiculous name, make a thread on 4chan to choose the name for God's sake. And always play lead guitar. No one cares about the bass player, and unless you're Mickey in the Monkees, no one cares if you play drums, either. Although the Monkees were a really unique set-up, because Davy Jones, who played NOTHING for their band, was the most popular sexual icon of the group. Oh well. Bands are not as "rad" as everyone makes them out to seem.
I've failed you. You placed your trust in me. You thought you knew who I was, and I lied to you about the essence of who I am. But I still love you. I'm still me, and I am me no matter what, and I love you. I miss you terribly. But you have your new life and there's nothing I can do. I wish I could stop lying, and I don't know why I do it. I've not only failed you, I've failed myself. I often hate myself for my failures.
I wait at the station for Elizabeth. The train may never come. I change the station on the radio. The classical one was canceled. I really miss listening to that one. I wait and wait and wait for things to be the way they were. I pull out some stationery as I'm sitting here stationary to write one last letter to Elizabeth. Dear Elizabeth, I write, Bite my balls. No. I cross it out. I cordially invite you to bite my balls. Hehehe. She'll love it. Love, Mawlz