Here I sit at 2:36 AM. Every night is the same. Silent. Lonely. I have friends – lots of them, actually – but I long for the one who will be more than just my friend. Does he exist?
I’m so tired of the dating scene. So frustrated that I go on date after date with apparently no end in sight. When the day is done, I’m still sitting here, alone, staring at this blank screen, blogging my deepest thoughts to whomever may want to read them.
What a depressing thought it is to imagine myself doing this very same thing a year from now, two years from now, ten years from now. I honestly believe that there’s someone in this world for every person. I just wonder if somewhere along the line, I pissed on mine.
