Phoenix, AZ. April 12, 1989.
Dealing with outside attention has been a struggle.
Meh. Yeah. I think about it enough.
Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me.
I mean, that was a two way street for sure, but on my end, I was more focused on work than being a good partner. It’s taken me a long time to realize that. I’ve basically had no business being in any of my relationships because it hasn’t been fair to the other person. I’m too wrapped up in my own life and there have been some amazing people that stood by my side for a long time. I don’t mean to ignore them by being constantly on my phone with people or checking out what piercer did what today, and I don’t mean to leave them alone while I go chase my dreams, but in the end, that’s what happens.
That’s why, after losing the last one, a very, very wonderful person that deserves the world and more, I am not subjecting others to my shit anymore. It’s selfish of me to expect someone to put up with it.