Have I always been like this? I can’t seem to remember. I pass through relationships before they even start, all in my mind. I exhaust the possibilities, the fantasies, and the intrigue. I fizzle out and come to some mundane sort of “conclusion” that has no bearing on real life because I'm thinking about things that don’t actually exist. I have to question my attention span. I guess it’s all good fun to ponder things, even if there’s no truth in it. I'm happiest when I have lovely things to daydream.

I'm feeling too accessible these days. Can you sense that I'm already inching toward the door on this? Any second now I’m going to make a run for it and I know I won’t look back. One day everyone will know the truth.