These past few weeks have taught me that I am nothing but expendable.

You know, it's a pattern I've realized. They could be monks. Not a single relationship for years before, then I come by, and once we're done BAM. Five seconds after we're through (more like a week to a month) they're either with someone else or hooking up with someone else or "talking to" someone else and I'm...well, unappealing to most, at this juncture.

I should go into business. "I can fix you." And it becomes bullshit, because I then rush into the arms of the nearest person who shows interest in me regardless of whether it's a good idea or not because goddamn it, at least someone is, you know?

Well, the pattern ends now.