I think that maybe, and I know this is not good, that what would make me happy with my life; happy in general, is if I were in a good relationship. I know I'm supposed to want to be happy by myself, with my accomplishments, and all that modern feminist jazz, but I'm not.
Sometimes I think that if I had a boyfriend, if someone loved me, then I would be happy. Despite the things that would still be bad, like how I am not motivated and I hate where I live or whatever it happens to be that month. Because then, maybe--and I know this wouldn't happen--I would be happy with the good things that I overlook now because I am so lonely.
I can't find one here. There's no way. I can't even find friends.
My two best bets seem to be Portland and graduate school. I could get to the former if I could get myself to move, and I could get to the latter if I could get myself to finish these damn applications (and with a substantial amount of luck).
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment