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Okay. Just okay. Well not really. My emotions are influx right now. I don’t think I’m really cut out for the harsh realities of the dating and relationship world. As one of my friends would say: “your young, go out there, have some fun and get laid.” But I’m not that impetuous. The act of intimacy is something special. Not an impulse of pure carnal desire.

In all seriousness, I feel that I’m just a kind of person that is dateable, but never good enough to be that special someone. The idea of being a serious relationship doesn’t even register on the radar. I’ve also been a kind of person that depended on myself. It has always been like that my whole life. Depending on other people is just overrated. It only leads to hurt. I can hear it calling me, my pile of blankets with my down comforter. How much I want to just curl up under my blankets and never come out. I have taken some peeks at the world, but I don’t know if I really want to come out. I’m afraid. The safety of my wabbit hole sounds much more comforting, right now.