I refused to succumb to her sexual prowess…despite my constant yearning for her.

She was dangerously attractive. I guess that’s why I refused. EIther that or I was afraid of my performance. But it’s not the latter. Or maybe it is. I just don’t want anyone fucking with my ego.

My ego would’ve been given a boost if I slept with her though.

But I just…I realise that I don’t care about sex any more. Nor love. Nor women. Nor myself. No – that’s wrong. I only care about myself. Screw everyone else.

Music, art. It’s all the same. Just the Pied Piper painting a Picaso.