To Be A Fuckboy.

I've been reading posts about the futility of modern dating, about the four phases before you're actually dating someone, the 'talking', the 'chilling', the 'going out' and all that. The non-commitment, the no-labels. I've been hearing my girlfriends talk about ghosting, and 'testing waters' and meeting other people. Because we're 'just talking', we're not 'really …

The Drive.

If there can be things such as falling in love too soon and too often, I am it. I will fall in love with the randomest of things and people, and I will flee when the idea of commitment comes up. I've been writing about this boy, who's been making me feel like a 15 …

Narcissism.

I might have written the almost-same post before but I'm too cool to remember it, and I've been thinking about how full of myself I'd have to be to think people would read the uneventfulness of my life, and actually appreciate it. Because let's face it, this isn't poetry, this is hardly even story telling. …

I’ll push too deep,

and fall right back to you. The first time we met, we smiled at the awkward introduction we were forced into. I think given a choice, we would've ignored each other all night. But thanks to the night rides and all that liquor, our relationship changed in about two hours. From someone I met for …

Fine grey lines.

This was something I struggled with starting with the first real person I dated. It didn't start like this, but at some point with him, I lost all control. I want to blame this on the people around me but I know that's childish and unfair. and I can't remember when exactly we were told …