#vagablonde

I hate any kind of social interaction I'm not expecting.

Our handshake is cool and damp, and I can’t tell whether her palms are sweating or mine.

Modern society, I decide, is just a never-ending cycle of ignoring people for a vague illusion of control and going crazy when the same is done to you.

When it's time to leave, I'm in good spirits. And by that I mean I feel almost nothing.

I drink alcohol to let my guard down and I hate it because it lets my guard down.

We're all taking advantage of each other all the time. Isn't that, like, the human condition?'

. . . thinking about the Buddhism book I read that said humans are biologically wired to be perpetually dissatisfied and there is simply no way around it.

I feel a weird pang, like I miss her, but then I remember how she betrayed me.