Most of the time, I'm totally fine. I don't mind being alone, I actually kind of enjoy it (especially when I see my friends in their relationships being miserable). I live like they do, except I don't constantly have to be on the phone telling them what I'm going to do or where I'm going to go. It's nice.

But every now and then, I become overwhelmed with a sudden sadness or loneliness. It would be nice to have somebody to talk to about shit. Or, it's like, "What's wrong with me?" Why don't I seem to be capable of what everyone else is? People say "Just talk to a girl," and I've tried, but it's difficult. It's like I'm trying to communicate in a language I don't understand. I just never learned the rules to the game.

This only lasts for a day or two at most, usually, and then I forget about it or stop caring about it.

I feel like a shitfuck for even making this post, but it's kind of therapeutic to get it out.

I hope all of you people end up happy