'A Pretty Face'

Well, I’ve decided that three blogs is quite enough to dedicate to my near-death experience, so now I am happily returning to relationships. My previous blogs have been slightly (okay, perhaps more than slightly) cynical given the topic that I chose to write about. Maybe I wanted to use it as an outlet to vent. Or maybe (and this is difficult to admit), I hoped to prove myself wrong when it came to my outlook on relationships in early adulthood. I’ve draped myself in armor for so long in an effort to not get ripped to shreds by girls, but with each word I type here today I can’t fathom how blind I was to the burden, the absolute exhaustion it caused me.

So, she’s the new girl at work. I mean, it’s always the ‘new girl’ somewhere. And now I can’t even write a blog. I lie on my couch and type letters that luckily make words which sometimes make sentences. Maybe she’ll do something wrong and my writers block will go away. The greatest writers in history were all ‘tortured souls’ anyway, right? Surely she’s only a pretty face. Forget the weight and the exhaustion, the armor needs to stay. I’m not that lucky. She can’t be more than a pretty face.