I put myself out there, some fucked up shit happens, and I end up right back where I started, or worse.
I’m seemingly the only constant here, the fucked up shittyness varies.
I don’t know why I bother when people constantly seem to get the wrong idea about what I do or say.
I’m sure it would be much easier and less painful for everyone if I just became a hermit, and kept my personal interactions to the Internets.
J says he loves the way I feel so intensely about things, but I’m really not so sure. Of course it makes the good things fan-freaking-tastic, but it makes the bad things so, so much worse.