lackadaisiac

I'm all fucked up in the head again, but what else is new. Why is living without regret such a horror to me. *inner child speaking* "you don't like it because of the trauma you see it causing all around you. At the same time youre either in, or youre out. Live life. Play the game. Take the bull by the horns and ask questions later you pussy or are you afraid to be a proper asshole"

Well, I have once again managed to take a normal social interaction, albeit more sexual, and turned it into what I'm sure will be an uncomfortable situation for both parties.

Why do I feel like Russell Crowe's and Jennifer Connleys characters in "A beautiful Mind"?