I wish I could be happy with someone. Why is it that as soon as I am able to make my self pretty much happy being single, I find someone who I really like and then it all blows up? I dont get it at all. Its like my love life is one of those Japanese water fountans that drips into a bamboo post and when it fills up, the post will tip over and let the water run out. So as soon as my life fills up with to much happiness i tip over and all of it runs away. Life is just so depressing sometimes I think there's no purpose to it anymore. I use to know what I wanted and how I was going to get there. Now I know what I want but have no idea how to get there. I remember sitting here in the union and I couldn't wait to see her again. Now its a source of frustration.

Slow dancing in a burning room.