A constant state of exhaustion is a bad thing. So very bad that not
even five or six neurons may be spared to produce a thought worth
thinking. And so I walk around completely unsure of why I am doing
things and only sure that they must be done, I do not question, not
anymore. My attention must be constantly re-committed, lest I stare
blankly into some corner of the universe that falsely resembles an
escape.
I'm sure they sense the discontent in my voice. They see the emptiness
in my eyes. And for what?
It's tea time now. Not the English kind, but the caffienation purposed kind.
Oh the dating thing? It is going wonderfully. I'm just sick of talking
about myself, saying the same things over and over makes me feel phony
and then I can never remember what I told to him and what I didn't
tell to him. I should take notes at the end of each night.
Date two with coffee boy went well, too well and now he is in love
with me and why does this always happen? And I agreed to a third date
and now I wish I could take it back and wish that I could be a little
less charming and a little less of what everyone seems to want.
He is a writer though and that nearly redeems everything else he
(never) did wrong.
These boys are all so nice and they try so hard and it makes me want
to vomit on their shoes. People are not really like this. I am not
really like this.
3 comments:
Don't you hate it when you're too charming and wonderful? Dating is such a job.
Glad to hear things are going too well. It beats the alternative.
i had sex with the last girl who vomited on my shoes.
it was hot.
likewise, i had sex with a superhot girl who i couldnt stop vomiting around. sorta like that episode of
South Park.
so yeah, puke. it'll get you some.
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