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Meredith pointed out how sad and pathetic I am the other day when I told her the last guy I had kissed was Rob, sophomore year of college. And it was on the cheek as a joke. I can't believe it's actually been that long. But I realized today, that when I'm home, I really don't care. School makes me lonely, but when I'm home it's not such a huge deal. I'm not surrounded by that insane battle of hormones that makes me feel like a loser when no one notices I'm alive. And also makes me think, if I can't get anyone to pay attention when I'm surrounded by people my own age, how am I going to get anyone to pay attention in a mixed setting.
But yes, when I'm home it doesn't really matter. I'm happy just being. And I've been happy with myself for a while, but everyday that goes by I feel even more at home with myself. Being able to share myself with someone else again would be great, but it's not so pressing when I'm surrounded by other people I love.
Just wait until it's been 5 years instead of 2 since I've been kissed though! :P
But yes, when I'm home it doesn't really matter. I'm happy just being. And I've been happy with myself for a while, but everyday that goes by I feel even more at home with myself. Being able to share myself with someone else again would be great, but it's not so pressing when I'm surrounded by other people I love.
Just wait until it's been 5 years instead of 2 since I've been kissed though! :P