Same

Today I found a picture of me and my ex. I tore it up. Into many little pieces. It felt really good. I'm not usually one for destroying things, but that was incredibly satisfying. I kind of feel like having more made so I can destroy those too. I need more opportunities for destruction. Seriously.

As odd as it is to hear me say it, I'm not all that sad about being alone again. I'm kind of okay with it. Not that it's what I want, but it's like being home again. It's territory that I'm very familiar with. It's like getting bucked off a horse, but you know how to protect yourself, so you land on your feet. Make no mistake, I'm not happy about how my life has turned out so far in terms of the romantic schtick, and I'd really like to figure out how to make things different than they have been in the past, but I'm coming up short. It's all the same.