I’ve always considered myself a wise fool. I’m very aware, very observant, very intelligent and somehow still capable of doing the dumbest shit imaginable. Life is my art I guess.
I’m single, but it’s deeper than that. Someone messed up my idea of love so badly that I haven’t felt genuinely romantically interested in anyone since. It’s not that I don’t want love. I just don’t look at people the same anymore. It’s not the breakup that changes you. It’s what the relationship teaches you about love that makes you stop wanting it altogether.