Okay, here's the deal.
I think I should give up on having a relationship at all. I'm going to develop my cave of solitude and come out to go to class and to see Courtney. And then I'll start doing things by myself again, like when I was in Scotland. Go to the museums. The arboretum. Movies. And I'm going to read books that I should have read a long time ago. Finish Jane Eyre. Read Catcher in the Rye, maybe attempt Hemingway again (or gag, as I have in the past). Read those volumes of short stories.
All I was really looking for was a nice guy in Dallas who actually is interested in me. Since that probably doesn't exist, well, I'll just give up now. I'm going to ignore my fears and just knuckle under. Stop dreaming stupid dreams. Focus on the ones that really matter right now.
In short, books over boys.
All I was really looking for was a nice guy in Dallas who actually is interested in me. Since that probably doesn't exist, well, I'll just give up now. I'm going to ignore my fears and just knuckle under. Stop dreaming stupid dreams. Focus on the ones that really matter right now.
In short, books over boys.