Arctic Monkeys: Fake Tales of San Francisco

I have come to the acceptance that if someone wants to be my friend, they easily can. I have no reason what-so-ever to try and impress anyone to be my friend. Now, I just need to come to terms about the males that are in my life. And by males, I mean those that seem interested, but obviously don't have the god damn balls to say anything other wise. By saying anything other wise, of course, I mean them just releasing their feelings and telling me how they really feel about me. And by how they really feel about me, I mean if they like me or not.

Love, truly and honestly, does not exist in this world until you've found it. All what's there is pure lust. After the lust, there is a small, and I mean small, maybe a 2% to 5% chance, that the person will fall in love with you. Until then, I need to learn to sit back and enjoy the ride. And by ride, I mean sex.

Does that sum up me in a nut shell? No...not by a long shot.