There's a story behind this post... I'm not going in to it. Loneliness is taking it's toll on me, and wretched fate has stepped on me many times. I've been alone for a long time, and every slight glimmer of love has turned in to a train wreck. It seems as though anyone who doesn't fuck everything that moves is destined to walk alone for a long time. I can't be that shallow. Despite being shy, I'm a deep, affectionate guy who just wants to find a nice girl who's intelligent and good looking to spend the rest of his life with. Since when did honesty become a fault? When ever did it become so wrong to open my heart and dedicate my very existence to someone? I swear every time I do I get thrown under the bus. I'm not yet broken, but the cracks are starting to form.