I’ve decided that relationships aren’t for me.  Well, I’ve had it decided for me, but I should’ve always known this.  Nobody actually deserves me anyway.  That can be taken in a number of ways.

From now on, I shall be avoiding all romantic encounters and the advances of women unless there is no pretence about what they want from me.  It’s all very good being witty, intelligent, caring and a decent cook, but that novelty wears off for people after a while.  Clearly.

I’m going to get a t-shirt printed with: “I just want a go on your tits”.  I shall wear it in Chorlton and risk arrest for being offensive.  It’s a great way to meet new people anyway.

People, the bane of my life.  I’m sure they just exist to irritate and disappoint.  Best avoided.

I have no positive thoughts.  None whatsoever.

Current status = big, massive PFFFFFFFT