Jesus

I'll have completed 28 trips around the sun in a few hours. Ugh.

I don't feel like a 28 year old, and my life is a mess. Frak.

Pussies never get any

It's time I manned-up and stopped pining for someone I'm never going to get back together with.

I just have to not fuck up the next time I meet a decent woman. Seems tough from my PoV, but at the same time, lots of less intelligent people seem to do it every day. It can't be that difficult (and this is where I will later return to bemoan my falling victim to hubris).

Slump

No, nothing will ever happen with Laila again.

Stupid self-confidence. I told myself it would be fine, however things played out. The fact is, I'm depressed at the thought that she may very well have been the one, and I lost her because of my immaturity and desire to have more than I could actually manage.

OK, so maybe I do elevate her on a pedestal, but I find her to be a truely singular being. Maybe it's right that one should never seek to revisit the past.

I doubt Miss Right will just walk into my life, but I don't believe I really deserve happiness. Not if all I ever do is destroy it so utterly, so perfectly, because I'm just a little boy in a big man's suit.

So, the Rod Stewart Method it is, then.

Fuck.