Voices say you never wanted to be “the one” for anyone, because you’d end up being suicidal.
If you have any agency in my psychic reality, you don’t have to be “the one” for me.
Voices also say, all the time, that I can “be with anyone” but you can’t. I don’t necessarily believe them, you’re with someone else right now, I assume, but the point is, I’m trying to move on.
I’m doing my damndest, I even have a date this weekend, and you know, if you read this, that last week I mustered up the courage, keg stomach and all, to ask a girl for her number, and she gave it to me.
At least I know I tweeted that, maybe I didn’t write a blog… but still, the point is, you don’t have to be “the one.”
It’d be nice.
Kismet and all that jazz, but while we are all stars, life doesn’t have to be dictated by them.
Ya’know?
I know I love you, the opposite doesn’t seem to be true, and I suppose, in some cruel joke that is these feelings that I’ve felt, that’s okay.
Peace and Love.