Everyone shut up, I’m having a moment.
Sometimes I just get pissed off. I do it to myself worst of it all.
I talk to multiple women (who are all out of my grasp in the looks department and distance department) and get mad at them when they find someone else closer and stop talking to me. But then they’ll try to talk to me again when things end or something like that.. and I GO BACK to talking to them and the flicker of hope that one day we’ll be together lights back up.
It shouldn’t be this difficult, their should just be less cunty women in Los Angeles. The ones I meet anyway… in a single sense, not the ones who are already taken, they’re usually delightful. :)
But yes, that was my moment. I’m getting too much free time and not enough money to afford a therapist. so until the day I suck the right dick and get a decent paycheck, you’re my therapists… THE RAPISTS!
