There’s the guy who’s in love with me, the guy who’s no good for me, the guy who’s taken and the guy who has just given up on me.
And I don’t want any of them.
I often complain about being alone and whatnot but I’m realizing now that I have no room to be complaining or to be happy with this because I don’t know what I want in the first place, if I want anything at all.
