They say you learn by your mistakes, but I sincerely think that part of my brain is defective. I mean, it has to be. I’ll meet a guy and think, “Wow, you know, I think this one is different.” But it’s only a matter of time until I discover that he is, in fact, a guy just like all the rest. And I really have no one to blame but myself–which annoys me ’cause I really want a scapegoat.
I’m just tired of this bullshit. Oh yes, and drama. Mustn’t forget that!