Well, honestly. Fu, fu, and again fu. Again, frustrated. Again, disappointed. I think there is a part of me addicted to feeling this way. I thrive on it. Yes, I love relationships, yes, I love having a serious boyfriend and someone stable in my life. But this...energy? when you are starting something new and are not sure and are constantly on pins and needles. Infatuation may be the right word for it. I love it. It gives me something to obsess over, focus my energy on. It gives me a reason to wallow and forget about everything good in my life. My career, my friends, my family, the cool breeze flowing through the window - what is a little shit who can't satisfy me if his computer depended on it next to that? There are other areas of my life that fulfill me. I love my roomate. I am looking forward to a bright, bright next few months, and an exciting change. I love going to the gym. I love the music on my iPod. I love the books I read. I love that I have plans for Friday and Saturday. I love that I have plans for the weekend after that. I love that I am looking forward to work tomorrow (minus getting my ass up at 7 am). No, I really cannot complain.