Well, life is slowly turning back to normal...I think. I don't even know what normal is anymore. I'm really enjoying the single life, no matter how many hott chicks I see...they're all straight anyway, right?
I've been writing again, which is beyond belief to me. I'm not even sure where the inspiration comes from sometimes...it just comes out. Anger, frustration, and confusion.
A huge part of me wishes I could just play the field. I mean, I love women. I can't get enough of them. But doesn't there always seem to be one that tugs at your heart strings? One that you can't have? One that seems oh so dangerous and oh so hott?
I keep telling myself it's better this way. I should stay single. Work on me...and my writing.
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bois_inside) wrote,
calm
