Hey guys, I'm back. I vaguely remember that some sort of loneliness and/or despair brought me here the last time. And I can feel sort of the same thing coming back. Well actually I'm back because I'm giving it strong consideration to pull myself away from Twitter and Tumblr. I feel like I give way too much of myself to not be appreciated in the way I would like. Yes, I know it sounds very conceited but I have the right to feel that way. And if I don't have the right, I'll take the punishment this time.

Anyways, I really came here to write about my love life. In recent months I have really felt like its been perfectly captured by Adele's 'Chasing Pavements' (which is playing right now). I start to talk to someone and one of two things happens: (a) one of my many hang ups prevents me from getting to know them better or (b) they really make me feel like Adele, the lacking sense of reciprocity really makes me question the entire situation.

The root of these problems stem from incomprehension of what I want and the need to feel some sort of feeling even when I'm desperately drawing from a dry well. Arg, woe is me...