Fifty-One Days After...
I got drunk last night. Tweek cane over. He saw the bear bottles and flipped.
'Why are you drinking?!'
'What if you get alcohol poisoning?!'
'What if you die?!'
'Don't you know how much you mean to me?!'
And the last one.
The one that really put me on edge...
'DONT YOU KNOW GOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?!?!'
After that it went silent.
Tweek Tweak, the coffee obsessed kid with anxiety, just confessed his fucking love for me.
I told him that I love you, and only you.
I told him I didn't love him.
I told him that his and mine relationship is strictly platonic.
'Tweek, you and I are only friends. I love Kenny, not you. I'm sorry.'
He started to tear up.
'B-but... I know...'
He let his tears fall.
'I love you, Craig Tucker. I'm sorry for bothering you.'
He started walking away, at my door he stopped,
'Goodbye.'
And ran.
I feel bad for hurting him.
I feel making him cry.
I feel bad for drinking.
I feel bad for so much, yet why?
It's not my fault I hurt him and made him cry, it's not his either.
We can't help who we fall in love with.
I say I feel bad for drinking, yet why?
We all know I'm not gonna stop.
It's my therapy.
Not a good one, but therapy nonetheless.
I mean, it is cheaper? Right?
Haha, well anyway I'm starting to get tired.
Not sure if I'll actually be able to fall asleep, but I'll try.
Goodnight, Ken.
Love you<3
-Craig
McCormick