An email’s been sent. Another girl has left. Now, the wait. Whatever happens, happens. Taking it as it comes. Going with the flow. Empty of expectations. What’s done is done. The ball has started rolling.
At some point in the future, being a fuckup will stop serving me as a free-pass to act as a fuckup. In that future, I will probably have grown a pair and will take full responsibility for my actions.
That future is near. I can feel it.
