Confessions #1 and #2

Let me put my cards on the table. I am single.

Confession #1: Being single sucks. Completely. There is not a day that passes that I don't think: "Why don't I have a man?" Which of course, this one question turns into a hundred more that always end in putting me in a funk. These questions always lead to some sort of self-destructive conclusion: I'm not beautiful; I'm not smart; I'm not lovable. I doubt I am the only one who thinks these things.

Confession #2: I am a hopeless romantic. Utterly. I watch Pride and Prejudice and come away with my heart soaring and yearning for the day when my Mr. Darcy comes strolling through the fields to tell me that I have bewitched him body and soul and that he loves me. I read Jane Eyre and think that maybe if I sacrifice the desire for love then maybe I will magically hear my Mr. Rochester's voice on the wind, and we will reunite after years of toiling hardships. I listen to Tangled and hear the song I See the Light and can't help but feel like maybe a wanted thief will take me to see the thing I most desire, and at the same moment, we will both break out into a romantic ballad of our realized love for one another--that we are each other's dream.

You just totally judged me, I know. I can see it in your moving eyes. Whether that judgement came from a place of bitterness or recognition, I can't say. But the thing is, I know I am ridiculous and weird and awkward and horribly naive when it comes to love. That's the whole point of writing this. I want other people to not feel so alone. That maybe my slightly unbalanced thoughts can help others feel a little more sane, justified even. This blog is dedicated in its entirety to exposing real life, real feelings, and hoping to make a little sense out of complete chaos called LIFE. But hey, I'm just another single girl in a world of 7 billion people.