Most nights..
Some nights I'm fine.
And then there are most nights; loneliness, over-analyzing, anger, and exhaustion.
I'm starting to hate my life. How will I ever find love if I can't even love what I've become? How will I ever find love if I can't even stand being alone with myself for long periods of time?
I can't believe that I have let myself base so much of my happiness on having some connection with someone of the opposite sex. I've totally forgotten the things that made me happy. I feel so lost in a sea of people who just don't really care as much anymore. Myself included.
I can't create. Hell, most of the time I think that I don't even want to bother ever again. I seem to rather spend my time making sure I am someone desirable and attractive to the opposite sex. Trying to meet new people. Trying to meet Mrs. Right. Killing loneliness. Prove to myself that "Hey Tom, you've still got it!"
Most nights, I wonder what I'll become after all of this mess has blown over.
Reading this through again, it's still apparent that you really did a fuckin' number on me. I thought I was stronger than this, but looks like you got the last laugh.
And then there are most nights; loneliness, over-analyzing, anger, and exhaustion.
I'm starting to hate my life. How will I ever find love if I can't even love what I've become? How will I ever find love if I can't even stand being alone with myself for long periods of time?
I can't believe that I have let myself base so much of my happiness on having some connection with someone of the opposite sex. I've totally forgotten the things that made me happy. I feel so lost in a sea of people who just don't really care as much anymore. Myself included.
I can't create. Hell, most of the time I think that I don't even want to bother ever again. I seem to rather spend my time making sure I am someone desirable and attractive to the opposite sex. Trying to meet new people. Trying to meet Mrs. Right. Killing loneliness. Prove to myself that "Hey Tom, you've still got it!"
Most nights, I wonder what I'll become after all of this mess has blown over.
Reading this through again, it's still apparent that you really did a fuckin' number on me. I thought I was stronger than this, but looks like you got the last laugh.