Lonely

Ever noticed just how much we complain whenever we’re in a relationship with somebody? Ever wonder why we’re there to begin with? The answer is quite simple folks, it’s because deep down inside, we all just don’t want to be lonely. Even the hard muffins out there that don’t want to admit it will just have to agree with me on that one.

I haven’t had a real relationship in what almost feels like a decade, so naturally I turn a jealous eye whenever I see my friends in one- be it good or bad. My last attempt at loving somebody, ended two weeks into our bliss, he had to run off to Canada to pursue the life he had before he met me. Sometimes I want to just kick myself in the ass at the thought of how vulnerable I made myself, other times I smile and remember the way he made me feel inside. That was that anyway.
Being single has its perks, however, let’s not deny it that. For one, I don’t have to answer to anybody; I do as my soul pleases. Free to wear what I want, associate with whom I want, go where I want when I want to; still the thought of restriction, I must admit, is increasingly appealing to my mind’s eye.
Getting back into the dating game, now that’s the problem. With so many fish in the sea, I’m feeling very much nauseated at the entire variety I have at my disposal. Of course I’ve turned over a couple dead and rotting ones; we all do at one point or another in our lives, and trust me I got rid of those stinky carcasses faster than any girl could scream “eeew!”
As I pause to recollect my thoughts and whip u another paragraph of half-baked sense, I have to confess that the reason I’m writing about a subject so delicate, so unlike me to discuss, is probably because I feel loneliest at this point in my life. Having just finished University and watching most of my friends move on in their intimate lives, I can’t help but long for one of my own.