The Enigma

A Possible Cause of All Fucking Delirium.

I don't think i can find the love and happiness anywhere in the world like i did with my ex.
This is why i'm depressed. This is why i'm insatiable. This is why everything in the fucking world is meaningless, except people. People who i can find that happiness with once again.

I left X, because I wanted to experience other women. I wanted to experience going places. Doing things I couldn't with x. Going places and not having to worry about her. Meeting a random stranger and have sex with her for just a night. Hang out with whoever and not worry if I talk to much to a girl. Go climb a mountain, take a 10 day hiking trip. Everything. I'm only 22. Only 22.

I have this urge. This urge to find someone. To get them and to have them. I wonder if people NEED a rebound. I need to ask myself constantly: What do I want. What do I want. What Do I Want.