ITT:I am Jack's I am Jack's isolated state of life

I am @jacks failing social media platform

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I am Jack's unfulfilled potential

I am Jack's fucked up state of mind:

I like myself I like myself I like myself
I like myself I like myself I like myself
I like myself I like myself I like myself

I am Jack.

Just another Jack.

He was excited to see me, I could tell in his voice. I dawned a big smile for him too, seeing his gilantenous self waltzing around town was nice. He looked to be in good shape. As we talked I noticed his bruises on his face and swollen lip that had just recently been split. I interrupted his mumbling when he started on about the club. "Bob," he looked up at me, "look at my face. I'm a member." His eyes lit up,
"Holy shit! that's fuckin' great!" Bob says in excitement, our unspoken bond in masculinity brought us together yet again. But this time it was different, it was no support group. It was our way to vent and grow from the stagnant sense of living, or dying, that we had all fallen into.
"I've never seen you there before?" he asked.
"I go Saturdays." I replied.
"I go Tuesdays and Thursdays!" He had this big smile on his face, the sheer joy of happening upon one another and finding out we were both a part of it made it a special moment.
If only I had known this was going to end poorly for Bob, maybe I'd have done something or changed things. what scared me was the feeling that perhaps I'd still do it the same, if it meant the same end result...