Hello, Darkness, my old friend...
“Hey Jeff how’s it going with you and that girl you were talking about?”
“She’s gone. I have no idea where she is. She hasn’t been texting me back or been at school or anything. She’s just gone.”
“Oh... you still like her though?”
“Look. I’ve tried and failed 18 times, going on 19. If it goes to 20... I might just give up.”
“You’ll find someone.”
STOP. Everyone tells me that ALL THE DAMN TIME. I don’t believe any of it for a second. It just sounds hypocritical. I don’t care if I’m “young”. I don’t care if I’m “just later on to bloom”. I’m getting sicker and sicker of being single. The only single guy I know where I am. It sucks like hell. And most of the girls where I live are assholes and are taken. Great. Just great. I used to think my home was the most romantic place ever.
Damn was I wrong. I hate this place. Get me out of here.
“She’s gone. I have no idea where she is. She hasn’t been texting me back or been at school or anything. She’s just gone.”
“Oh... you still like her though?”
“Look. I’ve tried and failed 18 times, going on 19. If it goes to 20... I might just give up.”
“You’ll find someone.”
STOP. Everyone tells me that ALL THE DAMN TIME. I don’t believe any of it for a second. It just sounds hypocritical. I don’t care if I’m “young”. I don’t care if I’m “just later on to bloom”. I’m getting sicker and sicker of being single. The only single guy I know where I am. It sucks like hell. And most of the girls where I live are assholes and are taken. Great. Just great. I used to think my home was the most romantic place ever.
Damn was I wrong. I hate this place. Get me out of here.
