I do my best thinking at night.
Why? Why am I not in a relationship? I honestly don't even know. Why are you asking me?
It's not like there is a line-up in front of me, but they come as they go. They come, they go. It's my fault actually--I turn them away. I'll admit I'm a picky bitch. I'm a fucking door that just won't open. And I don't mean it's closed to everyone. If permitted, it opens with ease, I promise. But if you think you're just going to waltz in as you please, think again.
On the other hand, I am so ready to get myself thrown into one. My failures have made me competitive and determined to get back in the game. I'm like, "Hey, let's do this! I can make it work!", waving my arms frantically. I want to try. I really, really want to try.
You can't have these two forces working at the same time. I'll take this as a wake-up call, skip the hopelessness, thank you very much.
It's not like there is a line-up in front of me, but they come as they go. They come, they go. It's my fault actually--I turn them away. I'll admit I'm a picky bitch. I'm a fucking door that just won't open. And I don't mean it's closed to everyone. If permitted, it opens with ease, I promise. But if you think you're just going to waltz in as you please, think again.
On the other hand, I am so ready to get myself thrown into one. My failures have made me competitive and determined to get back in the game. I'm like, "Hey, let's do this! I can make it work!", waving my arms frantically. I want to try. I really, really want to try.
You can't have these two forces working at the same time. I'll take this as a wake-up call, skip the hopelessness, thank you very much.