Life was exhausting before. I allowed myself to enjoy the pleasures the world had to offer. But it was exhausting. Lonely. Empty. After flirting with almost everyone I laid my eyes on at the club and drinking myself to an unbelievable stupor, I’d wake up on the bed on yet another stranger who’d introduce himself awkwardly with a subtle suggestion that I leave since he had to get ready for work. Or worse still, be woken to be told to leave since he didn’t want anyone sleeping over. What was the fun in that?