Some things are just not worth worry about. This would include the bridges I've burnt and people I find to have ridiculous values and can therefore not associate myself with. I keep having one-two week romances with different fellas, most lovely thing ever. The last one probably ended sometime after I found out I didn't have HIV, always something positive I suppose. This weekend Nick and I went to the Radisson for a whatever party, spent the night, then the day at the spa and enchiladas for supper. Now I'm busy baking and feeling about as tranquil as ever. Furthermore I've realised men just isn't my thing, well…not that women are..ag I just don't know. Think I'm gonna die alone. Pity I don't like cats cause then I suppose they will eat half my face.
I'm tired of bothering with things which doesn't matter, people that only make me angry and sad. Really isn't any kind of point with anything. Expect nothing, and you will never be disappointed.