My whole life, I’ve been programmed to move, to move on, and to build, and to move again. … And so the cycle repeats itself. I’ve always seen it as a blessing.
I have no one on my side. Sunday night at work, we get drunk, I make out with Thomas. But I’m Mark’s girlfriend? I’m probably Ben’s girlfriend too. I don’t even know who these people are. They’re all just a blob of male to me.