I’ve always lived like this. Keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Today is Valentines day. I have a term paper due. What is love? (Baby don’t hurt me). No seriously, what is it? And why does it matter. All my past relationships have gone down in epic flames, but some how I always seem to be the one to get burned. Which sucks. But on the other hand I get stuff done (theoretically) this way. And I can live with that too. I’ve got a tight grip on reality, and I don’t have time to date even when I want to.
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