fuck dating

i still have found no limits. lord knows i'm looking.

at this point, the only way that i can believe i've made an error is to believe that she's plain lying to me. that when she says things that stem from what she says she's learned from her past, she's just making shit up. that when she talks about how she feels about me, she's just making shit up. that when she says she can't believe she's going to marry me what she means is that she can't believe i was so easy.

i have a very vivid and active imagination. y'all know that.

i've found the limits of my imagination. my imagination stops just short of believing she's just making shit up. and so, dear reader, if you were wondering about my behavior for the last two months, here is a key: if she's not just making shit up, then i have nothing left to consider, nothing left to find out, nothing left to worry about, nothing left to analyze.

everything fits, and that is that.