i don't think that liking someone was ever supposed to be easy. maybe i was just never meant to have something that lasts. and yes, i get numbers and i get attention, but none of them really have it so it doesn't really matter how much i get, so much as i get what i'm looking for. eventually i will be afraid to be alone for the rest of my life, ending up as the crazy woman with 50 cats that, coincidentally, she is allergic to, and lives on the end of the block. if love keeps failing me and kicking me in the face, i will quit. because i'll get tired of getting knocked down.

this place has broken my american heart...