I’m going to become celibate again. I want to be living a healthy, happy, radiant life, rather than the arbitrary habit of a skinbag for vice and sin. I want to drink green tea and meditate, to keep a God Box once more, and pour raw wasted energies into notebooks and journals which glow. I very much doubt I will feel the absence or denial of love any stronger by my own means than I had by Fate’s. Besides, I no longer think myself capable of being in love. Perhaps this is why I’ve had so many simulated embraces since.

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