Happy Birthday Asshole.
I still miss you.
I still love you.
You’re like House. The perfect jerk.
God, I really miss us sometimes.
I still wonder if you ever gave a fuck about me.
Then or now.
I wonder if you ever think about me, where you aren’t calling me a heartless whatever.
Of course I’m heartless, stupid.
You took my heart, you beat the shit out of it, and stomped on it in front of my face. Then you shot it with a shotgun. And ran it over with a cement roller.
Happy Birthday Wayne.