This is the 400th post.

Nothing special here for the 400th post. Fuck it. I guess I'm just not never going to be enough.

Today was proof trying your hardest might not necessarily matter. Sometimes, you just can't be Superman. Because you're human and you don't have a dog named Krypto and have a Kryptonian pee wee that shoots ice breath semen.

Fuck.

Learn to pick your god damn fights, Dex. You can't win em' all. As much as you would like to think you can make anything and everything okay for her, you can't. You can't. It's mother nature. So, fuck you hormones for ruining my weekend. Fuck you.