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Cure Me

I feel like things in my life will settle down if I find a nice boy to share time with.

I won’t have as many urges to go out and meet everyone at a party, won’t constantly be scanning a room, won’t be trying so damn hard all the time, “just in case”. Haha, but then again, maybe that notion is what’s perpetuating the drunken debauchery, my too-often make out sessions with randoms, and participation in the stupid “game” that I hate playing.

And after my most recent tragicomedy of bad timing and tequila, I’m done. I give up. I’m tired and hurt.

Is feeling that you’re missing a part of yourself something you can quit? I’m going cold turkey on my cigarettes, maybe I can go cold turkey on longing too. They’re both just chemicals, after all.