What I like about being alone in another country, anonymous, is you find out who you are. Who we tend to be are the fixed and limited perceptions of the people around us, and if you’re alone, who are you? Who are you? It turns out, I… am a horny sex pest. And not a successful one. Just somebody thinking about but not getting any sex, all the time. Like this ridiculous addiction, like being addicted to heroin, but somehow never having found anyone to give you heroin. “Oh, another whole week without any heroin. How will I overcome this fatal addiction?”

(Source: somanythingstobeobsessedwith, via colourfulmotion)