A good illustration of what being 26-year-old single me means: 5:30 this afternoon I was happily eating eggs in my kitchen without worrying about making anyone happy but myself. This also means I can wear my cowboy hat in the bathtub and dance with my cats without anyone looking at me like I'm a loon. The downside is that it is Friday night 10:30 and here I am alone again. Someone told me today that they admired the fact that I keep getting into relationships even though I keep getting burned. They talked about all these experiences I have had for growth and discovery. They don't see this part. I actually told someone the other day that they needed to have faith. Seriously. What the hell is happening to me?
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