Singlehood isn't as fun as everyone claims it to be.
I am convinced that the whole fun-ness theory of being single was created merely to make single people less suicidal.
Blind faith I'd say.
I mean, fuck, which part of having no one to celebrate the good things in life with is fun?
I remember getting called by ESPN and having Keith say "I'll see you on Wednesday then Beth". I remember scrolling through my phonebook wondering who to call.
Who'd care?
I ended up messaging my loved ones but yeah.
It didn't feel good.
That few minutes of realisation that no one cared the way He cared.
I am tired of dancing all alone.
Call me, pretend you care.
