Monday and Thursday. That's all that's been on my mind. I'm done with feeling shit for guys, done with getting hurt, so i had my fun those days. I did what i wanted to do , without getting feelings involved. I didn't feel anything, i don't feel anything. It's fucking great. I had my fun and i didn't have to answer to anyone, at all. Honestly, I'm better off on my own. Hookups, One-Night Stands, call them whatever you want, i call them my fun. It's kind of confusing though. Part of me likes having no feelings, but part of me wishes there were feelings involved. It feels like an incomplete story. Like there should be more but there isn't, to save ourselves the trouble. Like a story without a plot, without a purpose, just to waste time. Like a car going around in circles without a destination, or anything different to be seen on the way. You know the way, its the same one, you know, but i guess sometimes you're scared to get off that circle and actually take a road. I know i am, last time i took a road it took me to a dead end, so i would rather drive around in circles, pretending I'm getting places. At least you have the security of knowing you won't be let down if you're not expecting anything. If you don't expect anything from anyone, you can't get hurt right. You can't be let down if you're already on the ground. As long as I know that I won't get hurt, I don't care what you have to say because you're not the one that has to feel the pain, or the fun. You're not me, so why should I care?
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