He can do what he’s always done and bury himself in random girls. And I’m going to do what I’ve always done and pretend like it doesn’t bother me until I believe it true once again.
It’s worked thus far. No sense in changing a technique that’s proven effective over and over again.
I am not attracted to Atlas Keaton.
I do not now, and have not ever, had feelings for him.
I am in no way jealous of those other women.
And I never, in a million years, want to kiss him again.
Wonder how many times I’ll have to repeat this before I believe a single word.