I want a confidante, someone to show appreciation to, someone to laugh with, someone to get jealous, someone to exchange feelings with. One person. I come to my room every night with the remembrance that I’m single. I HATE IT.
I don’t hate being single but I don’t love it either.
Now I’m wishing I could see a 1950s version of The Hangover with Jack Lemmon, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis. Damn you fictionalized poster. I wish it was REAL. I can’t get it out of my mind. Guess I will have to just watch the original Oceans 11 or something to make me feel better.