it seems like after every break up i become very cynical and anti love. not in the usual, depressive, im never going to love again cynical... but the violent, im-gonna-rip-your-face-off-if-you-try-and-be-cute-in-front-of-me, cynical. the only cute-ness i can stand right now is my six month old all black kitten... who now needs a new name cause her ex-father abandoned her and her and me. the only reason i can stand her is because shes pretty much a badass. she'll come into the room, listen to metal with, me and just chill on my lap. oh and she attacks anyone that she does not approve of... shes a biter.

cynicism aside, this one guy ive been "seeing" (if you wanna call it that) is in the same boat as me, and completely understands why i cant be serious about anything right now. the current state of mind is as follows: i am in high school. i am a senior. i will not be seeing several of the people i am stuck with at this particular moment, ever again. i am not looking for anything "real".

fin.