The inner ramblings of a love struck teen.

Honestly, I am so fucking depressed.

I hate being depressed; I love to be wild and fun.
But this whole "love struck blues" thing is getting me down.

MAJORLY.


Honestly. I spend way too much time worrying about finding someone.
I really wonder if I have some kind of affection complex.
But for reals, Bloggers; I was hugged enough as a child.
So maybe I'm NOT crazy.
Heh.

I've gotten to the point where when I see happy couples, I can't barely handle it anymore.
Well, not all happy couples. I can stand to be around my friends and their significant others, but honestly, when I see two people I don't know laughing and holding hands, frankly, it pisses me off.

Every single guy i've ever been attracted to is either:

A)Straight
B)Oblivious
C) Obviously not interested.
D) So deep in the closet that they're finding Christmas presents.


Lucky me!
Nahhhhtttt.

I really wonder if I'll ever find someone special.
It doesn't seem to be going that way.


I'm done.
I'm afraid that if I continue, I'll seem like more of a desperate loser than you previously thought.
Hahaha.
...well, not really.


Thanks for reading my foxy blog babes,
Chris.