Think about how many times I have fallen...

yet I'm always fine, eventually! Fine enough, right? So everyone stop worrying! (Good song, Crosby, Stills & Nash, couldn't resist stickin' it on here... enjoy)



I just wish things had changed more in the last few months. I suppose they have. It stuck in my head that the psychic said April would be a key month for me, and that I'd probably know something by April 19th. Jesse and my mom have suggested, well maybe by then you'll know it's totally over with my ex-boyfriends. Well, sure, but I already knew that. So whatever I know now, I knew months ago. I may have revisited it in my head to double-check, but I came to the same conclusion and though my emotions were stirred up, deep-down I knew.

So. Boo. Whatever. I know I just need to put it out of my head and that meeting someone will just happen organically, probably when I'm least expecting it, which is what "they" say. I know I just have to keep focusing on myself and making myself a dandy little single life so that when I meet a future mate, I have my own friends and interests and routines and hobbies to help me keep a healthy balance and sense of my independent self. Which I want. Which is great. It's just lonely. It's just lonely and frustrating when friends/family reassure me of this, yet they get to go to bed with someone that night. They get to get off the phone and be with someone. I get to get off the phone and be with my cat. Wishing I was with someone. Because I do. Every day.

Ahh Michael Bublé... I'm holding out for you ;)