I don't like to think of myself as a 'virgin'. I prefer to think of myself as 'sexually incomplete'. You know. Like I haven't finished the course yet.

Why do I keep evading my work? Is it because I’m afraid of being confronted by my lack of abilities?

I can safely conclude that we are single because we want to be.

All men are a disappointment. No matter what anyone says.

Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.

I can't wait to get out of the house. I can't wait to get out of here. I've been telling myself this all week. The 'getting out of here' part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life

Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?