I hate committing myself to anything. It’s probably the lack of discipline, honestly. I’m probably a spoiled brat worried about getting my way every time.
I’m not looking for a husband or marriage or not not looking for that stuff. I’m living, not thinking what I should or shouldn’t be doing with my life.
It’s been nice not having a boyfriend. I could be in a relationship if I wanted to be, but I haven’t finished doing what I’m doing. I like boy, a lot. I’m boy crazy. That hasn’t changed since I was very young.
It’s cute when you meet young boys and they’re bright red and breathing like they’ve run up the stairs, but they’re just sitting outside the door. I’ve had phone calls in the middle of the night when I stay at hotels.
I mean, I can get things done if I need to, but I can really be completely irresponsible and procrastinate until the very, very, very bitter end. In fact, sometimes I work better under pressure.
