I just poured my heart out in a long and winding entry. It is gone, deleted before it was posted, some slip on the keyboard and all that work vanishes. What a symbol of my life right now. Heartfelt prose that no one will ever read. Oh well I am sure people are sick of reading about my latest foray into misery-ville, the latest laughable let down in my love life (I say laughable because I am astonished that despite being rejected by every single person I thought was interested in me, I still think it is going to be different this time)

I am pretty sure it supposed to be better then this.... What is the point of being white middle class and privileged? It seems that once your material needs are satisfied it just gives you the space to be sad. Or maybe that is just me.