April 5, 2011

• Metamorphosis

  Used to be, I could meet a girl, date a bit and that, do the things kids do in the bedroom, become facebook relationships or whatever, but then within a month or so I'm bored and out of it. No emotion on my side.

  Somehow, someway, this changed circa my birthday existential crisis. I CARE. I FREAKIN CARE. Nothing is fading. It stopped being formulaic. I just keep going and keep enjoying and keep getting butterflies where I should have been getting frowns and scowls.

  WHAT THE HELL.

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