Single.

I wish all of me would get on board with remaining single for the rest of my life.

No little part of me thinking, “well, maybe…”

No little part of me always on the lookout for the right girl.

I wish all of me would come together and accept that I’m simply not compatible with anyone. And that’s okay. Just fine and fucking dandy.

I’m sick of getting jealous, feeling envious — its essentially the greed in me. Just childish, shitty, emotional reactions I should have outgrown by now.