Most people my age are finished having kids, on their second (or third) marriage, and probably own a house or 2; Meanwhile, I am over here too irresponsible to own a dog... and to be quite honest, struggling to take care of myself. Somewhere along the line, my life passed, and I never found "my person". I am self-aware...I know I am a hard one to love, and a tough one to even like. I don't trust anyone, I am an extreme perfectionist, and have yet to get a firm grasp on reality. -And those are my good qualities. Just kidding! I do have great instincts! When something sounds fishy, I catch it...and it usually is. I am quick to cut people off. That's when when people pull the "You're crazy" card! In the few instances [that I have given people the benefit of the doubt] I am inevitably reminded to trust my gut! My path of self-discovery has left me single. I understand how this could sound depressing, but I don't know any different. Being "in love" sounds amazing...getting meals paid for, having a sound board after a hard day, and splitting rent... all sound like a rom-com to me. -But it's not my real life. In life, I am pressured to find a "better half" ...Maybe I am enough [myself] to fill the pie chart, alone. -Anything to help me sleep better at night. Maybe it's me, maybe it's LA, maybe it's both. They say "Everyone in LA is a "10" looking for an "11". I'm a solid "7" on a good day... most days a "5.5". I guess I answered my question on that one. At the end of the day, I am proud of what I've done, I like the person I am, and I hope for the best! Fuck LA!
