I think it's pretty clear what I'm destined to be in life. The "other" guy. Not one guy I've talked to in the past year has been single, but that didn't phase them. I'm glad to know that I have "whore" written on my forehead. Am I not boyfriend material? Just a fun little game? Even my "best friend" used me to cheat. They all say they like me. They all use the right words to get me in their web, but when it comes right down to it, they just want someone to satisfy them. Well, what about me? I wouldn't mind someone to love; to love me back. Isn't there ONE person out there who actually wants more than a fuck buddy? What's worse is I came to you for this and you just told me I wasn't. That's it. No reassurance, nothing. You don't care anymore. You just.. Don't care. It's whatever. Life goes on, I guess.