I hate this guy.  I hate that guy.  That guy that gets lost in his own head when he loses track of his own feelings.  This guy.  This guy is the reason I am an emotional recluse.  I hate being the guy that analyses syntax or adverb usage.  I don’t like being that guy or may or may not be falling for someone who may or may not be good for him.

I’m the guy that bets of the favorite.  I lay my money on the sure thing.  I’m not that guy, but I’m turning into this guy, and eventually will be the other guy again.