As you, my faithful readers (all three of you), are very well aware of, my heart was thoroughly broken a little over a month ago, and I have, since then, struggled to keep myself afloat.
I have come to the conclusion that there is a fundamental rule when dealing with the opposite sex:
You’d better be sure of what you’re getting yourself into, or you might as well consider yourself thoroughly fucked screwed. (And even if you are sure, you’re fucked screwed either way.) (Meant in an existential way)
