Mar 01, 2010 18:17
I've been slowly degenerating into that peripheral character on a sitcom that you just love to hate - the one who is obviously in love with a particular person, but rather than resolve the issue, chooses to fuck other people to take her mind off it. It's arguably unhealthy and certainly not fulfilling, but it works for me - especially lately.
My life is overfull. I haven't even done any photoshoots for a month [damn hives] and I still feel this way. There's so much art out there to consume, so many stories to write, so many goddamn books to sift through. And I have to work 40 hours a week, besides. I have wonderful friends I can call at a moment's notice. In fact, I don't even see my friends as much as I'd like because there's so much other shit going on. How the fuck am I supposed to involve bullshit romance in an existence like this? More importantly, why would I WANT to?
So yes, I am an asshole. I'm that insensitive chick who would take your hot crush home for a night and then never answer his phone calls. I don't call people back. I don't even sweat it. I have no morals when it comes to hooking up. And honestly, considering how much of the rest of my life is based on making people happy and comfortable, I think I'm allowed to be callous with love.
dating,
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