Sometimes I wonder if I am going to be this crazy commitment phobe for the rest of my life. The only people I can have a relationship with are other like minded basket cases. Often, this leads to a wonderful combination of disfunction and lust.
Am I a bad person for just wanting the chase?
Those awkward moments are like a high, everything is unknown and new. I never have to face the monotony that comes with a few months of dating, when it seems like there is nothing left to learn.
Relationships are like milk cartons, they always have an expiry date. I don't want to hang around and wait for it to go sour.
I've never really found "nice guys" all that endearing. Whenever I have given one a chance, I've always felt like their mother, and it resembled the story of Oedipus. Not really my thing. Does it go against my biological programming for me not to want flowers, romance, and it's other assorted trinkets?
I don't want perfection. I want flaws.
If you are going to be with me, you've gotta love all my fucked up eccentricities and neuroticisms.
Like how the sound of children crying drives me up the bloody wall.
I miss the smell of your cigarettes.
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