Chris

I am your friend, son, enemy, rival, eyecandy, lost contact, competitor, crush.

I was your friend, enemy, rival, eyecandy, lost contact, competitor, crush.

I am your Son, always will be.

Mom, Happy Birthday to you.

Today, dinner was nice. Food was awesome, you looked good. Thank you for all that you have done. Even when it seems like I'm quite the arse some times, I do not mean it. I just can't express myself well enough and so very easily irritable. Thank you for sticking with me and bear all the quiet moments when I keep to myself every other week. 

I wish you great health and happiness.

With love, your son.

The Manifesto. Out.