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Confessions.
I don’t like to hunt and I’d rather write a poem than play a sport. My idea of a date is dinner, not a bedroom. I can overanalyze things, and I often care too much. I crave direction, and these days I can’t settle for something that won’t go anywhere. When I invest in something or someone, I want it to be worth it. I’d much rather go to a concert than to a football game. Love to me is a journey, not a destination. I have days when I plan too much and days when I plan too little. I worry about far too much, often to the point where it threatens my peace of mind. I want to create, not destroy. I am still figuring myself out.
