Ooh, look, a journal thingie. But don't expect it to be happy, because it isn't.

I'm tired. I'm lonely. I'm alone, though I think that fits well with lonely, damn it.

Most of all, I'm tired of being lonely.

I can't make a relationship last worth a crap anymore. Every time I try, it makes me happy for a little while but inevitably, it all comes crashing down and I'm left in the proverbial dust. Several times, I thought I had the one.

The one. Ha. What utter bullshit. There is no such thing as "the one" for me, there never has been. Because nobody wants to be "my one." I'm too much of a complicated person for that.

Let me show you how many times I fell for my thoughts of "the one" existing.

William - 06/17/2010-10/13/2010 (The worst.)

Max - 10/13/2010-9/18/2011 (Look at that, that actually lasted a long time.)

Dave - 10/18/2011-03/17/2012 (Ended mutually. He's my fur-brother, we weren't meant to be.)

Dratron - 03/04/2012-03/28/2012

Joey - 03/28/2012-05/13/2012 (May 13th, 2012 is a day I will never forget. That was the day my heart was truly broken.)

Yep. I know some of you will probably say it's my fault, and I know it is. It's my damn fault for ever letting that last one happen.