Well well well, look who it isnt.
Roll round in bed and reach out for comfort, only to be greeted by my phone and a feeling that can only be understood by someone as lonely as i am. But does that person exist? Its been so long since i felt the embrace of somebody who loved me, a normal hug just doesnt cut it. There is not warmth or spark, no emotion or connection. This feeling forces one to look in on themselves to try to determine why they are alone. This then causes reality to bite hard. Im no oil painting,but i dont see myself as ugly (so far) im a bit weighty, not in a pavarotti kind of way but im sure magic mike 3's director wont be making me any offers. Then i kind of realise its because i simply just dont like people, thats right i prefer my own company and can honestly say there are very few people that i would be comfortable spending time with........apart from her. Im hoping these blogs will prop me up enough and act as a form of mental filing, sorting the negative feelings, fear and rej