No one shares my fear of intimacy. I am a freak then. Great. It's just....maybe it's all psychological. I don't know. Right and left, everyone is hooking up and I couldn't even let my boyfriend touch me. I am a freak.
But then.. what the hell. Why the hell am I supposed give pleasure to someone else? I want some fucking reparation for the time wasted. Now I'm just artarting to sound like I wouldn't mind prostitution.
You know what? Fuck them all. I don't need anybody to make me fucking happy. Happiness comes in many forms. If I die aline, then I die alone with a smile on my face. There's no point to cry over spilled milk even if everything right now is crap. I just want to be down with all of this. Sometimes I think it's better to just know the future. All right, so you won't be surprised about anything. So what? Most of the surprises are nasty. I'm willing to sacrifices a few good surprises for the sake of happy monotony.

@настроение: If I was invisible.