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I've gained 10 pounds since i started working at the mill. No, my waist size hasn't increased. Hah. You can imagine where it's all going.
I'm rather satisfied. I'm happy with my situation at the moment. Things really aren't that bad; I don't care about girls anymore - fuck them.
When I meet the right one, I'll know. And it's not going to be some 33 year old slighty retarded/crazy person in a Tidioute bar, lol.
Sex is meaningless without love, I've figured that out in the past four years. So my exes are both guilty of being fucking hedonists (even if they aren't at the moment), which is abhorrent conceptually to me.
I know what I want in life, or at least, I'm starting to figure it out finally. Things can only get better from here on out. I hit rock bottom, and it can't get much worse than that excepting terminal illnesses.
No longer will they hold sway over the way I feel. I'm in control now.
I'm rather satisfied. I'm happy with my situation at the moment. Things really aren't that bad; I don't care about girls anymore - fuck them.
When I meet the right one, I'll know. And it's not going to be some 33 year old slighty retarded/crazy person in a Tidioute bar, lol.
Sex is meaningless without love, I've figured that out in the past four years. So my exes are both guilty of being fucking hedonists (even if they aren't at the moment), which is abhorrent conceptually to me.
I know what I want in life, or at least, I'm starting to figure it out finally. Things can only get better from here on out. I hit rock bottom, and it can't get much worse than that excepting terminal illnesses.
No longer will they hold sway over the way I feel. I'm in control now.
