I have every faith that I will continue to love an ever-changing being and am prepared to commit myself to them for the rest of my life, but hell-no way I can agree on a piece of jewelry that is going to look the same on my finger forever.
The consistency makes me anxious.
I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.
It’s not about what you’re capable of, it’s about what you are willing to endure.
the frantic fulfilling of desires.