Feels so liberating to deny the inner drunk animal. Thank you for the meaningless good times. You’ve been so adorable, but I am finished. We both know that we don’t take each other seriously. In complete consciousness, sex is just not the most important thing to me. I can tell the difference between my needs and my wants and I just don’t need to do anything my heart isn’t a part of anymore. Life is too short, and I used to think life was too short not to do meaningless and stupid things and live in the moment, but I feel different now. I feel like I have a destiny and I just spent the weekend with a bunch of hot pirates in the woods and I know what I want now (not necessarily pirates) but I want to give my heart and soul to someone that feels the way I do. About animals, about humanity, about the bigger picture, and to be spending time with anyone but that matching soul is time I’m wasting. To deny that another human being is capable of everything I wish of them is settling. No more.