What the actual fuck is going on with my life?
I've got a hoard of people chasing after me, and I'm well past my so-called 'Prime'.
Far too much headfuckery going down.
I'm actually turning down people who once I'd have dreamt of dating.
I'm no hotter now than I've ever been in the past and if anything I'm more damaged than I have ever been (by damaged I mean less naive).
Really I guess this isn't something I should be complaining about, I guess I'm just a little too sceptical to allow my ego to be boosted beyond a certain point, though I can't help but wonder, why now?
Possibly the people in my life have grown to a point where they realise that maybe their lives cannot be fulfilled merely by getting wasted every night?
But that still doesn't explain why I would be some sort of key to fill the void. And if they knew me then why would they think by simply calling me gorgeous that it would somehow rouse my interest?
Clearly I must have been a dry fish back in the day, not the wriggly little shit that I am now.
I think I need to set the record straight and make it as clear as possible that...
People are weirdos.
And they scare me.
I do not want to go out with you.
Please leave me alone.
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