Today I realised that I have been selling myself short in pursuit of love/lust/like because I was struck by the deadly disease called D E S P E R A T I O N. I have been on dates and flirted and fluttered my eyelashes hoping that the next one would truly be it and the result has been the same: N O T H I N G! Until I got tired, this cycle of meaningless flings would have continued and worsened until I was broken beyond repair. For now I’m hanging up the stilettos and opting for my own company until I’m satisfied that I’m happy and fulfilled with myself first. Does this mean I won’t get horny or miss cuddles and dates? No, but I’d much prefer to wait a while before I waste another second on the wrong person.
— Anthony Storr (via itsquoted)