Hate thy self.

Jan 30, 2007 10:32

Why is it all the boys I run into worth dating end up being crack addicts with no future?

I need a new hobby to keep me away from looking at the future, and deliberating my life. In the end it wont matter where I end up will it?
I know the sooner I move out the better it will be, but too soon and we'll be broke, and too late and we'll never escape...

I've come to the conclusion that for as much as I love being a social butterfly, I'm a loner at heart.
I've gone onto a few dates recently, I've got numbers from tons of boys, but I wouldn't pick even one of them to spend even part of my life with. It seems like such a sacrifice to date, or be chained up by a relationship. Yet the freedom I have with Nathan is confounding due to it's unreliability. I want more then that but less of this and nothing would suit me even if it measured up perfectly because I'm unappeasable. I want the unobtainable unreality which fills my dreams but never more. I want castles in the sky even if they deflate with time.

...I'm going to go vent my furry at myself on a shopping list and then eat some salsa.

angst

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