The worst people are bad people who think they are good. Selfish people who convince themselves and others that they are motivated by empathy, for instance. It’s despicable.

Very bad idea for deeply lonely single person: date exclusively emotionally unavailable people.

It makes me feel old to want to be in a committed relationship. Which is a little odd because I used to rush into them when I was younger. But I guess so did all the guys, and they stayed in them, and now there are none available for me. So I feel like a spinster.

“Absolutely. That was the first time I felt your body against mine.”
I can hardly think of a sexier thing to say to someone. And someone just said that to me.

I’m discovering that I am dangerously extraverted. Without the proper attention or stimulation from other people, I quickly self-destruct.

My best friend outshines me. She is attracted to the same type as I am, and she’s more socially agressive so she gets them all first. She is more beautiful, more eloquent, better dressed, and people just fall at her feet. And what am I? Her shy, overshadowed, sad, unsatisfied, loyal best friend. She gets to frown. I have to smile while she gets everything I want.

I am very bad at getting what I want. And I am very bad at acknowledging what I need without apologizing for it. And I am very bad at asking for what I need because I can’t get past apologizing for needing it. I just keep my eyes open for it, in case it might happen along at an opportune moment. Because that’s the only way I’ll truly deserve what I get if/when I get what I need?

But I stay busy giving everyone else whatever they want from me, whether they deserve it or not.

I am a warm body, I will do in a pinch. I will satiate, cuddle, amuse, and comfort you. Until you are ready to drop me because your primary decides you need to be monogamous again.

Beautiful people of the world, please reject me! I cannot get enough of it, apparently.

It doesn’t matter where you are, a night alone is a night alone. Tempur-pedic NASA foam in a swank apartment is just as lonely as a hand-me-down twin mattress on the floor of a room you call your own if you’re the only one on it… as always.

A: Hey, want to hang out tonight?
B: I can’t, I have other plans. How about tomorrow?
A: I can’t, I have other plans tomorrow.
B: Damn.

A invites B to do something, B declines, yet A ends up feeling guilty afterward? I have too many conversations like this, and fuck that.

I would like to find the prankster that told all young men that “let’s sleep together for a second time” means “I Need a Serious Relationship with you” and deprive them of something valuable.

I made a move on someone that I really like, and he thought I was joking. Said that I was so funny! Shared it with friends.

It’s gotten so bad that now (since then) I only make passes that can also be considered jokes, so when my offer is inevitably rejected as laughable, I can manage to laugh it off with them. It’s the only way I can go on.

Isn’t life just so terrible Sometimes?

write songs practice piano eat better exercise more read more drink less clean walk across spain avoid socially depressing situations take photos ride a bike don’t be shy don’t post personal or emotional things on facebook spend money more wisely eliminate debt don’t be so sensitive wear makeup to look pretty shave legs establish and pursue career goals keep better contact with family don’t dwell on the past and please try to avoid socially depressing situations