I don’t want to know you.

Earlier this week, after promising a friend to watch it, I finally sat to watch 'The Edge of Seventeen.' The movie, I loved. I've always loved movies that had few answers, because life is like that too. You fuck up a few times, and then you deal with it. There's no love that will clean …

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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. …