Lucky Strike Two
It’s hard to be anything but aloof. It’s all I know. It’s all I’ve ever been for so long. I’ve accepted it as a major part of my character. It’s so integral to me as a person, it’d be like trying to imagine Cindy Crawford without her mole. The thing is I like being aloof. And it’s so hard not to be aloof when I constantly find myself in situations where being aloof is almost a necessity for self preservation. So tell me why I feel drawn to this ridiculous idea of being attached to something which will end as quickly as it begun.