For some reason, during the night and after I went to bed, I kept thinking about love. I'm worried that I'll never find it. I don't think I'm worthy of love. I certainly have no confidence in my appearance. I know a person isn't loved for that, but let's face it--it's very important. I don't think anyone could ever love me. I'm too weird.

I wonder if anyone has ever been attracted to me. I've never known anyone to be. This leads to paranoia. What is so wrong with me, I think sometimes.

I'm sorry for being whiney, but sometimes that's the way.

I just want someone to be with, to share experiences, emotions, secrets, silent moments. Stop laughing, I'm baring my soul over here.

I'm going to regret posting this later.