My life here in New York is somewhat awesome and somewhat terrible. The reason for the bad part is I miss Rose so much. Every damn time I turn around she's on my brain like a tumor. She's on my mind when I go to sleep and when I wake up, but it's my fault. I should've just been honest about everything and just maybe Rose will still be with me right now. I hurt her to the point she ignores my phone calls, text messages, and she doesn't write me back...