| Current mood: |  crushed |
| Current music: | Summer (of the Four Seasons), by Antonio Vivaldi |
My heart. How is it that people prettier than me, uglier than me, nicer than me, meaner than me, fatter than me, thinner than me, more outgoing than me, more shy than me, crazier than me, more "normal" than me - basically every breed of person and every combination of personality OTHER than my own - can find their someone and I remain alone? Normally I wouldn't be so bothered by it, though I often am at least a bit, but lately guys have been dropping like flies for no reason at all... (see last post) And I mean, NO reason. I've had enough. If I let this bother me much more, it will be the death of me, so I throw my hands up and resign myself to my apparent fate. Not that I enjoy it, but I'm sick of hoping for something that will never come.
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