A Feral Animal of Love
Christmas is really hard for me usually, because I get really lonely; it's only 2nd to Valentine's day for reminding me that I'm a total failure at relationships. I've had a boyfriend for exactly 1 Christmas, and we broke up not long after that (Sorry, Ex-Boyfriendo.) I have to say that this is one of the areas in my life where I feel like a total failure. Most of my friends are involved or married, and I imagine they'd be helping me down that road too if not for my loud protestations of independence and disinterest. Well, guess what. They weren't really true. Not really. The truth? The truth is just that I'm a big fat coward and I'm afraid that if I get involved with somebody and really let myself fall in love with them, they'll turn into another Jo (short version: first love, got seriously burned; haven't trusted anybody since then), and I'll be all me in 2000 again: total mess, confused, lost, hurt, distrustful. Rather like a feral animal of love.
I'm posting here because I don't want my Mema to know that I'm a huge downer. My cousin's getting married on 12/22 and I don't want to be a Negative Nelly about her nuptials, so I'm trying to keep the Wordpress blog light and airy.
Lucky you guys. You get to see my weak wimpy bits. Not too attractive, are they?
I'm posting here because I don't want my Mema to know that I'm a huge downer. My cousin's getting married on 12/22 and I don't want to be a Negative Nelly about her nuptials, so I'm trying to keep the Wordpress blog light and airy.
Lucky you guys. You get to see my weak wimpy bits. Not too attractive, are they?