I lied.
Hot one minute, cold the next, what's wrong with me?
12-hour breakthrough? I thought so.
I hate relationships. Let it all go. I want to.
The worst thing : its all internal. Its not like i've ever been burnt before. Far from it.
What is it then? Why this inability to feel content?
He's done nothing but want to change to suit my whims and fancies. Nothing but pander to my needs.
Yet, i am able to smile, clink glasses and shrug with cold vicarious certainty, "Yea, still with the boy, but its not gonna last."
"To having fun and not being friggin' tied down" - a toast i want to envelop.