Well, it is the truth.
I do wonder sometimes how I ended up still a single when my last relationship was a good 5 years ago. I know. It's been that long, huh? Uh, it's not like I haven't really entertained the idea of finding myself a guy, I have --- several times. It just doesn't seem to work out. Friends did say that I need not worry because I will meet him one day. Oh, yes. They speak of the Right Time [remember the usual reason, "it's just wrong timing when I met him/her" blah.] as if there is such a thing. How can you really know if it is the right time? You'd know, most people would say, like it really answers the question. Ugh. I give up.
I try to be optimistic about it and I do admit that it is fun being single, however, I do seek the constancy of having a partner whom you can rely on for your emotional [and yea, physical] needs. Oh, well... it's just one of those days that sadness of what I think I lack overtakes me. Join my pity party, why don't you? Haha.
What the bloody hell is wrong with me? Oh, just sod it.