The old cocktail doesn’t work anymore. The get-drunk-get-laid as often and as much as possible remedy is just not something that holds any appeal. I guess it comes with age and the realization that beauty is fleeting. Something that would never occur to you when you’re just 20 and the world is a buffet. Or so they say.
Sort of drunk while writing this. Is love really worth this pain? I just don’t know anymore. And I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love again. It just doesn’t make sense. Why would anyone want to go to through all this trouble?
It’s incomprehensible. Love shouldn’t be this difficult.
I know I’m not making any sense.