Apr 17, 2005 13:17
I'm single. There's nothing wrong with that. Problem is, I kinda long for someone (and not just anyone), but I can't seem to move on enough for me to just get out there with open arms and catch whatever comes my way. But there seems to be this unwritten law of nature. If I am really pleased with who I am and I am content with my single life, and I feel like I definitely know what I'm doing with myself - then all of a sudden people take an interest to me. And then I definitely don't need their attention, because I'm fine by my own. But now - well, it's not that people don't take an interest to me, it's just that the wrong people do. And I'm not really open for anything though I probably should be. And the person I want to take an interest in me of course doesn't. This isn't something new. It's been like this since...that day/forever. And no matter what I do I can't seem to change it. I feel like I'm stuck. I haven't had angsty pains (yep, you heard me) for a while, which is good, but I'm just... I feel invisible. Like I don't matter. That there is nothing I can do to be more interesting, that I have nothing that people actually want. That guys would want... Or at least a certain guy.
What is it that guys want anyways? Do they want a supermodel with no brain or do they just wanna play around with all sorts of girls and never settle for one? Is it impossible for guys to be content with just one girl? Did I become boring so god damn fast? What did I do wrong? I bet it's something I can't change and I'll just have to wait for that "special someone" who'll just adore me for who I am. Fat chance. It'll never happen.
Spring is here, the sun is shining, it's warm out and I just feel a great need to be depressed and just crawl into bed, hide under the covers and not come out until I know that there is someone out there, who'll like me for me. I know he's not "coming back", not ever. He hardly liked me from the get-go I'm sure. I'm stuck, someone brought super-glue and now I can't get out. Emotionally stuck. I hate this feeling. There is no escape, just a lifetime of waiting and hoping for a broken dream that can never be whole again.
rant,
angst,
thoughts