I guess I just wanted to be a little bit romantic.

I had this self-proclaimed Abolition of Lovelife Week. I don't know exactly why I did this on purpose, I mean, I think I don't have to. Or maybe it is just the aftermath of a week-long anger mode.

But then again, as this week ended, I realized that I wanted to fall in love - well, again, for this matter. I'm not so sure if I wanted to be hurt or something. I just wanted to.

Maybe it's some sort of searching for a lighter mode, especially after cloaking myself into a dark cloth of angst, a wage of war against everything.

This is totally weird.

I'm not liking any girls again, not yet.

I think I'm way too picky, or something. I always had problems with other people's attitudes, and maybe that's the way I should be. I have my own and I just don't reach an equilibrium point with others. Oh please.

I'm kinda crushing on this friend of mine that I've been seeing in slow pulses. Surprisingly, she's mature and fine - but only when we're alone together. In the presence of others, her childish side can at every way be irritating. (And I hate children, remember?) So maybe I just have to wait.

But I feel like I've been left behind. People I know are slowly having partners (which I know will leave you, let's see) and I'm left in this solitary world bitter in life and filled with dying hope. God, why can't I just simply fall in love?