It's funny - the only thing I ever really want from going out is conversation with people I know/like/appreciate.
I had that tonight, and I'm thankful for it, but it left me feeling just as empty as if I'd stayed home & not talked to anyone.
Seems I'm my own worst enemy & I'm the cause of the entirety of my own woes.
Isn't that pleasant?...
Oh yeah, and why is it that *every* woman I find interesting has a kid (or more)? And why I am still so against that?
10:17 p.m. - 2018-02-17
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