I’ve loved people before but to be honest, not as much as I realised I loved myself. Or my writing.
I’d rather be a selfish bitch for someone who is worth it, i.e. me, than waste time on a person who doesn’t know what they want and who wants to fuck me around while they try to figure shit out.
People say writing is hard but I find it much easier and far more rewarding than any romantic relationship I’ve ever been in.
Either I’ve just been in some fucking awful relationships that weren’t right for me or perhaps writing really is my soulmate.