In one year, I will be off to my place of higher education. When I go, things need to change. If I get to be a junior in college and still am hopelessly single, I am going to do something rash. Like actually make a move.
And it's not like I've never been in love. I have. I am. It's just that the object of my affections has an object of his affections. Married affections.
At the risk of sounding like a typical teenager, I kind of hate my life. Even though I'm not, I feel like I'm totally alone.
God. If this was in ten years, it would be sensical. But it's not. So I'm just gonna shut up.
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