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6am. Still awake for no good god damned reason. Ritchelle is coming to my place at 4 in the evening. I'm pretty sure I will still be drunk and exhausted from tonight. That may not go over so well. I don't know why I have this habit of pushing every woman that I consider respectable away. It's so easy to be crass and upfront with women I have no real interest in and yet I meet a woman who is damn near everything I could hope for, fucking choke and drink myself to a different sort of sanity that says to not let anyone close. I turn up the music in my room, play guitar to my hearts content, thumb through some pages of whatever I'm reading and generally enjoy my alone time. I really don't think I'm into giving up my independence for anyone right now.
But I'll go along with it because I haven't met anyone in years who made such an impression on me so suddenly. Because I'm a fly to light, a shark to afterbirth in the sea. Yum. I'm fucked.
But I'll go along with it because I haven't met anyone in years who made such an impression on me so suddenly. Because I'm a fly to light, a shark to afterbirth in the sea. Yum. I'm fucked.