Yo ho ho and a bottle of run

I've never had a boyfriend.

You know this.

I know this.

Everyone knows this.

I've been a late bloomer.

I liked boys in high school and I would have wanted to date some but it never occurred to me that I actually could.

It just never occurred to me that some might have liked me back.

Well, university came and it's the time to get crazy, right?

Well, no.

Not for me.

I didn't go crazy.

There have been some guys.

It hasn't been completely dead.

It's just that when something serious is going to happen, I kill it off and run.

Run Rii Run.

It's my motto apparently.

I'm afraid of commitment. I didn't think this was possible but it seems to be truth.

When I got my job, I was afraid of signing the contract because it seemed so final.

It still does.

Never really celebrated the job because it freaked me out that I was stuck here for a long time.

That I have to answer to someone for my time and production.

Oh baby, thinking about it gives me the hinkies.

I don't know when this happened.

I always thought I was perfectly fine with commitment.

Commitment wasn't an issue.

When did it become an issue?

Why is it an issue?

Why do I run away?

I spoke to a therapist and she said that she thought I was level headed and well adapted.

There probably is a bigger issue. 

There's always a bigger issue.

Always.

Fuck.