Cab driver: Please don't cry in my car.
And I'm thinking there's probably a lot more terrible people you could pick up in the middle of the night. Drunk people who throw up in your car. I'm not and I'm paying you. I just want to go home and I'm sorry I'm crying.
Roomate: What are you doing home?
Me: I live here. I'm allowed to come home if I want to.
This is why I don't date. It's horrible. And not even worth it. What has caring about people ever gotten me except for a hundred broken hearts? People suck. Get a dog. They're always happy when you come home.
I keep thinking my life is just going to turn out like some romantic movie. But deep down I know it doesn't work like that. Only for a few, only for the lucky. Which I am definitely not. I've always been terribly unlucky. Which is weird because I'm the kinda girl that people want to be friends with.
I really liked this guy. I actually put a lot of effort into this date. Spent a lot of money getting prettied up. Guess he just wasn't the one. Better to find out a month in than a year later.
He wasn't a random though, he was an old friend. Which is why I didn't want to go down this road. I second guessed it more times than I can count. But are you really living life if you don't take those chances?
Wayne Gretzy says you miss 100% of the shots you don't make. He's right on that one. :)
Single forever, Sullivan out.
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