Let me revise my earlier statement.

I don’t quite think I’m ready to love again. Or be loved really. It’s asking for a whole heap of disappointment and heartbreak and I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime.

I’m trying to think back to a point in my life where I wasn’t sad, and, I don’t think I can. Have I always been this way? The last twelve years or so worth of posts on here seem to indicate so. Maybe I just don’t have whatever it is that people typically have that allows them to feel content.

At any rate, I got my hopes up a bit. In regards to a person. Which was silly. I should know better at this point in my life.

Hey, two days in a row. Nice.