Yeah. I think we're done here.

I know what I want. This is really close, but it isn't it.

I like the whole movie romance thing. I think I'm pretty good at giving that to people these days.

The problem is, it's never my movie. I'm not a main character. I'm the nice enough dude who is there as an alternative to the actual, important people in the movie. We have fun, but in the end, I gotta make room for the star of the show.

It's nice to be a part of things, but I'm just about 30. I can't put my life on hold for shit anymore, and this sort of shit is no exception. I have things I wanna do. I'd like to do them with someone like this, but I'd also like to not have to feel crappy about it and spend the whole time waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I don't think it's cutting and running when the going gets rough. The going, as yet, is not rough. I think it's a strategic, intelligent move for self preservation. Maybe I wasn't ready for this yet anyway.

Maybe I just shouldn't be in this kinda thing. I'm too picky to waste time with cool people I have nothing in common with, and I'm not sure what I'm looking for is around. I actually kinda liked being alone.

I mean, it was lonely, but not in a "gee I need a girlfriend" way - it would just be nice to have company over once and a while. Since I'm totally capable of doing so, I'm not too sure why I decided to bother with this.

I'm pretty sure I can put it nicely, too. Being with me just because you're already with me, when you  want to be some where else, is stupid. It does no favors to anyone.

According to Facebook's "on this day" thing, I've spent every June 6th for the past 8 years just fucking hammered. Maybe that's what I should do today.

Did you know it's Day-Day-Day today?