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Isn't it ironic that the moments when you feel the loneliest are those moments when you suddenly notice how many happy couples there are in the world? Most days, I am really ok with where I am. I'm happy being single for now. For a long time from now, too, really... I know I'm not ready for any kind of serious relationship and it'll probably be a while before I'd even consider it. But somehow that still doesn't erase any lonliness/impatience on my part. Agh. I know things will turn out alright in the end, and I guess that's all I need to know for now. For the moment I ought to be putting all my concentration into this paper for music history due tomorrow. "The history of the oboe." Thrilling, I know. I just want it to be done so it can stop looming over my head. Why, oh WHY must I be such a skilled procrastinator?