There are days where I feel it is completely necessary to go out and find myself a boyfriend. On other days, I feel completely satisfied that I'm single because I'm free to do whatever I want to do in life. This seems to be a never ending cycle. Actually, in my life, I don't think I've ever experienced really liking someone, which kind of brings me to believe that I will never be capable of loving someone. If I do end up loving someone, I think it would be an actual miracle... Somehow I haven't found men to be all that appealing in life, but I hope that I can find someone that I find appealing. Perhaps I'm just picky. Perhaps I am too wishful. I'll just keep dreaming...
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