The experience leaves me more confused than enlightened. I decide that the problem is that I m not objective enough about partying. I am too emotional. Other people follow their libidos around the dance floor. I follow my heart.
Heart is hurt.
But Libby, we re so codependent. You ll never be able to live without me. For better or for fucking worse. Libido answers, with terrible bitterness. I will ignore them both and follow the only me that I can trust.