The truth is that James will never show up in Fayetteville, eyes shining when he sees you at your desk. The truth is that all he has to do is drunkenly tell you to come visit, and you buy the tickets, knowing that he won't call you back. The truth is that your life is pretty fucking lame and full of lame people and lame relationships. The truth is that you are beating a dead horse trying to love pat. You can't trust him anymore. The truth is that your sister hates you, and you are only making her adolescence more trying. The truth is that Jimmy doesn't even know you, and if he did, it wouldn't work out anyway. The truth is that you only see your father when he needs money for crack. The truth is that you have no one, and you are a hateful bitch because of it, unable to get anyone. The truth is that you are so empty.