Why do I have the everpresent search for "love" in my life? Why do I waste my time trying to get things to become of something with another person? I start with physical attraction (who doesn't?), move on to getting to know the person, love how they are, and what they're like, and move onto the point where I "love" them? Nothing has ever came of it. I get relationships, meaningful ones. To me at least. And then they fall to waste. It's sort of funny how everyone has this pursuit of a greater feeling for someone, when you never know if it will last. Sometimes it does. A lot of the time it doesn't. Sadly, everything I've ever had has fit in the doesn't category. But it's alright, I get over it, and find someone else to move on to. Now I can't do that. I find myself on the level where I really have no... longing to be with anyone. I don't really want to spend my waking moments with one person. I like myself... I distrust other other people; their motives, their intentions. I know this feeling is normal for the most part... but seriously, I don't want it to be. I love being friends with people... but it's still nice to have someone. One just like them. But it's all worthless... This isn't really a woe is me entry... more of an observational one where I was deep in thought at the moment and didn't have the conviction to quite make this a private entry. Sure would be nice to be a sometimes though.