Something I want for myself when I get older is ultimately to live in a white estate on a green background. I want my backyard to be a maze of a garden. I want it to be at least eight and a half feet tall and I want to be able to run around it and hide in it and be engulfed by the tranquility of my massive garden.I want to end up being rich. I know, I know, who doesn't? But I find myself thinking this more and more. As I am increasingly and more frequently disappointed with and let down by the boys of my life, I notice that I am becoming more willing to settle for a rich and highly attractive man. Who needs love anymore?
Not me.
And this is so terrible. I've lost my faith in love. I'm officially jaded. I hope in it, but I can no longer say that I believe in it. Maybe eventually. But if I can be satisfied with my money and be satisfied sexually, happiness will come. And that is enough for me.
Don't give up, love.
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