sea

I know there are many fish in the sea. Many men outside of me. I'm free to choose, there are choices. But a wide range of choices sometimes doesn't do you any good. Many choices, many men, many heartaches. Many heartbreaks which I don't need. It's pointless to go on, to want another one if I couldn't deal well with my last man. What makes it hard to move on is the fact that I couldn't cope with you, I didn't cope with the previous ones too, I never learn. Which means, the chances of me coping well with the next one are pretty slim, too.

I consider myself fortunate though. Some people are having it like me, tough and never lasting. Some are having it worse. Some do it like a breeze. One good thing is you can get used to anything, even killing. Heartbreak is pretty easy to get used to. One tear or two are perfectly harmless. And you know what? Just the right dose will keep you looking youthful.