I miss home. Why is space so big? If I didn't move this wouldn't happen.
Last week I told Molly how much of an asshole I am when it comes to guys. I thought I liked trying new things so much that whenever I got intimate with a guy I got bored and felt like I had to leave them. Like an asshole. Actually, I was convinced that I wasn't able to become attached to someone even. It's hard for me to imagine feeling that comfortable.
Then of course when I'm least expecting it I find the only one who's ever made me want to stay, but he has to go. See you later, Superman.
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