Sometimes I’m glad my life consist of these random cool opportunities that I encounter through journalism, because if not for that I’d be a miserable person. I’m always that person who is happy for other people, but never really gets any true happiness myself. I’ve been single for almost two years and it doesn’t seem to be ending soon. Every girl I ever like seem to already be in “love” with someone. I guess I’m just unlucky.
I need a girlfriend, but I know no girl likes me enough to make me her boyfriend,
I really need to step up my game and get a girlfriend, I’m getting kind of tired of doing fun things alone while others get to have their significant other tag along.