I feel like the real reason why I don’t attract more girls than I do is because I’m such a goddamn neutral…
I wish I could happy. I know I’m a god damn broken record, but this past night put things into perspective. I’m lonely. And it’s not only that I’m lonely, it’s that I am stupidly/naively/all of the above optimistic about any little thing. Hahaha. Fuck me, right?
Reality might disconcert her, bewilder her, hurt her, but it would not be reality. It would be only a mistake, a misfortune, a wrong path taken, her fixed ideas would never change.
And I hate it.
Meaning is constructed, and we’re just builder amateurs.
Nature’s cruel, she laughs at me