Who would have guessed

that I would go so long without anything resembling a girlfriend?

I would have!

In fact, at this point, I think I've won several bets to that effect by betting again myself.

I regret nothing I have done because of alcohol:

all the things I regret from tonight I would have done sober.

I know what my hookup tree looks like!

... It's more of a hookup node.

Sometimes I wonder

what my life would be like if I just woke up one morning and decided to be an asshole. Sometimes I think it would get much better very quickly.

Other times I just wonder if I'm an asshole.

I hate how

interpersonal relationships are judged by their "chemistry." I was fucking good at chemistry. That shit's not chemistry.

A series of texts from Terrance:

1) What am I doing with my life? When will I be happy?

2) I'm just lost. I'll be better tomorrow.

3) I want to go somewhere beautiful with someone beautiful to do beautiful things.

4) I'm getting old.

5) What if I quit school to become an artist? I'd write screenplays and work in experimental theater.

- the time difference between text 1 and 5 was 20 minutes.

Outside of a show:

Terrance: "I was born to play roles where I die."

On a verbatim:

Terrance: "Earlier today I said that I hate sad people and then I mispronounced self-loathing."

From a text:

"That horrible moment of drunken clarity when you realize you can't drink away the loneliness..."

I made a happy blog to go with this sad blog

but there's only one entry in it.

It's the saddest happy blog.

Today I realized

the blurrier the picture, the better I look in it.

At a fancy dinner:

Person A: "I have the most awesome friend."
Person B: "No, I have the most awesome friend."
Terrance: "I have no friends!"

Also at dinner:

"I saw Inception for the first time with her. It was her seventh time. I just wish we could have shared that discovery."

At dinner:

while staring into an empty mug: "I wish it was over...
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by 'it' I mean the school year."