Shit happens.

So, I've been thinking since no one our age wants a relationship. Why should I? Why not have my cake and eat it too. Right?

I took Darla out for a walk tonight and I stepped in dog shit, it serves me right for cheating.
Just like when Matt called me a jerk last night. I deserved both, because in reality I really am a big jerk. But no one needs to know this except for me though.