I lay in bed, clutching the bunched up blankets against me, desperately wishing they would take the form of the lover I have yet to be with.

 How did so many girls from RVHS wind up getting pregnant so soon? I guess there's nothing else to do, or something.

 I want to be useful.

Edit: Or used. God, when your esteem is so low you would flat out let someone manipulate you just so you could feel wanted.

 I seem to have a lot of friends who make up bullshit excuses not to hang out with me.

I probably just need new friends, but I have no idea where to find them. Maybe going to school this comming semester will help.

Also, I'm tired of getting pissed off at the little things, and feeling horrible for the rest of the night.

 So, I didn't know this, but I guess may is masterbation month? That's strange, since this month I've been celebrating less than usual...

 If a 22 year old cutie will make out with a 40 something year old with a striking resemblance to a chubbier steve buscemi under the effects of alcohol, there has to be SOMEONE out there for me.

 So, I know I complain a lot about being alone, or lonely, or whatever... But it's really frustrating me tonight ( Read more... )

 Sometimes you wish someone would love you, so you could save them.

 I know I'm destined for something great. I don't necisarily mean Fame, or Wealth... But something that I can do very well, even to the point that I may get recognized for it. Teacher of the Year, A writing award, a Tony, something that will align itself with my talents ( Read more... )

 Looking over the past few comments, this journal should be named "Kyle writes about his life and Leslie comments on it sometimes."