Don't get me wrong. I love my life and all. But what happened to all the passion? I miss the feeling of falling for someone. Even though I feel somewhat impassioned by my life course, I feel like I need someone to complete the trend. I miss looking forward to seeing that 'someone' all day. I miss feeling giddy and childish, giggling for no reason and being able to touch and be touched. I hate feeling like a sterile alien, feeling guilty for attracting and being attracted. I hate that I am sandwitched between satisfied beings, rubbing in my face that they have this element that I am so apparently missing.
"Someday my prince will come". Yeah right. Someday ill have a litter of cats to soothe the pain of loneliness. FML.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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