I'm not shallow.
Or stubborn.
I'm not afraid to spend the rest of my life without a life-companion, a soul-mate or whatever you call it these days. Sure, being in love sounds nice, good on you. But it's not for me.
If there's anyone to blame, it's not him.
I can do it.
And the word you're looking for is...
Numb.
Burned.
Apathetic.
Invisible, 'cause that's who I am to you.
"Count your blessings."
I'm counting.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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