his is the longest I've gone being single. Like, actively single. No pressure thinking about what relationship may come. Just doing my thang...
Free and happy. And maybe sometimes a little bit lonely.
I'm starting to wonder if it's a choice on my part or circumstances. Lately, I've been consumed with work. Could possibly be because work serves as the natural distraction. I don't know, but I don't mind. I'm OK.
Distractions can only last for so long. There has to be a goal or some end to this, right?
The woman is not thinking wedding bells. The woman is not thinking marriage and children. The woman s not thinking a picket white fence. The woman is not thinking about being the perfect woman. he woman is destroyed.
And she's putting herself back together.