what the fuck?
it's 7:30 in the fucking morning, and i am awake. this is my summer vacation, and i keep waking up earlier and earlier.
"love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal. wrap it carefully round hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your own selfishness. but in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. it will not be broken. it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. to love is to be vulnerable" - c.s. lewis
it's 7:30 in the fucking morning, and i am awake. this is my summer vacation, and i keep waking up earlier and earlier.
before i realized that no woman can be trusted and that i'm better off alone, i tried dating girls. one of them wanted to watch annie hall. the saddest thing about this story, and that's probably a pretty hard prize to win, is that i can't remember who it was. and this is out of two girls to choose from.