Your self-esteem shouldn’t depend on whether you publish, or whether some editor or writer you admire thinks you’re any good.
—Dorianne Laux (via maxkirin)
I have to be up for work in two hours. I finally get to sleep.
PROCEED TO HAVE WEIRDEST, STRANGEST AND MOST DISCONCERTING DREAM OF LIFE. THE KIND YOU DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK TO ASLEEP AFTER.
Gaddammit. I’m so tired.
I joined Eharmony once. Here’s the thing, I have serious control issues. I like knowing someone *in person* before deciding if I want to “go out” with them. Eharmony didn’t go well. I didn’t like having to choose from prefabricated answers to questions. I didn’t like being expected to put so much info about myself out there to people I didn’t know.
I’m lonely. I’m jealous of my sister and her husband. They’re perfect for each other. It’s sickening in a good way.
I thought J1 was the one. J2 could have been the one if I’d gotten off of my ass and asked him out about six months earlier.
I don’t want to be lonely, but I don’t want to spend weeks of answering questions with prefab answers and have a guy expecting *BAM* relationship!
(Did PlentyOfFish, not happening again. Don’t even mention Tinder, not in a million years.)