When it comes to love and dating and all that “fun” stuff, there are two people actually calling the shots: the person I want to be and the person I, at the end of the day, am. And, I’m beginning to think that, at some point, one of them is going to have to die the hell off, because I’m sick of trying to satisfy both parts of myself, especially when the person I actually am is the person that is getting what they want. Funny way that Universe works, huh?
