the shameful tales of a happy singleton

I worry my karma will be forever fucked for what I did to Good Will. 

I worry I can’t be trusted with another person’s feelings.

I worry this summer has turned me off of commitment forever.

I worry years of being selfish have ruined the hope of me maintaining a functional relationship.

I worry my ambition will prevent me from prioritizing a relationship.

I worry about having to explain my actions to the next man I date.

I worry many years from now, I will wake up and realize that Good Will was the best thing to ever happen to me, and I was the worst thing to happen to him.

I worry I’ll never be forgiven for my actions – not by Good Will, not by the universe, but mainly not by myself.