and here it is, your moment of Zen...

I could vomit.

I'm never doing this again. I know that sounds all dramatic and stuff, but seriously, what's the point? Someone ends up the bad guy, the other is hurt, and it ruins your appetite.

Fuck love. Fuck sex. Fuck the whole deal. I'm done.

I was fine by myself. Was I complete? No. But I wasn't a wreck, either. I think I'm too much of a control freak to ever really enjoy this kind of stuff.

I'll stick to theatre.