Jesus, even my co-misfit from the good ole pcc days is married. What the fuck am I doing wrong? I know it's not a comparison game, and that I only get myself more fucking worked up when I look at my gradeschool best friend married and pregnant with her 3rd child, or any of the other people I know who can at least manage to have someone who will touch them on a regular basis and cop to this fact. I know i have to let go of that shit, but is so hard when you have been reduced to asking for five minutes of being near another human being and get shot down.
How does one not cry oneself to sleep in the face of that?
