Money
I watch her day and night, I can't stop. I wake up and I think of her. I go to sleep and I dream of her.
Lucy, my Lucy.
Hazel gave me her contact information and I was hooked. She is as sweet as f*****g can be, but then we exchanged pictures because i wasnt going to waste my time. Hell, Hazel might have thought it was a hilarious f*****g joke to give me the number of some dude that lived in his moms basement or some seventy year old woman in a nursing home needing a younger man to make her feel alive!
Once I got her picture though, that was an entirely different story. There is no way this woman actually existed. she wasn't real. so i decided to go look for myself. Gods help the fucker that lied to me. How dare someone show me someone so perfect and have her image stuck in my hea
