I stopped believing in romance and love some time ago, guys, they're all the same.   

And if I'm gonna have sex I want it with emotions, real ones, involving love, true such. So I guess I'm in celebacy, and ain't coming out of it. Or if it's gonna happen, I'm gonna have to be really really drunk, dead almost, but the day after I'm gonna feel nothing but regret and it won't have given me shit. So why bother?? I satisfy myself a lot better than most guys do anyway.

I hate the game, I don't play games. You can give them all you've got, nothing or something inbetween, the outcome is always the same; your heart being broken. Them screwing up, just leaving for no particular reason, never calling you again, yeah, the list can be made long.

And I was looking forward to having children some day, two or three of them perhaps, guess that's not gonna happen. I'll be the lonely woman with the cat down the street to people.

You can call me bitter, fine, couldn't care less. I would just say I'm a realist.

I just can't look at this the same..