So, life get's better and yet surprisingly worse at the same time. Gods damn it, if I'm such a fucking catch than why do girls continually see me as a form of sexual conquest or something. Oh look, that guy's cute, I bet I can get him to sleep with me. Maybe I'm an idiot, but I'm not looking for just sex goddamnit. I'm looking for a relationship, and while sex is important, being loved and cared for is more important. Grrrrrr. Not only that, but the girl that I've been interested in for, oh, four or five months is now officially single, but as you all already know that doesn't fucking matter because I have no chance. It doesn't fucking help that I worship a moon goddess that she kind of resembles and that she has a lot to do with the moon.
Also, I have thrush. For those of you that don't know, thrush is a yeast infection in YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! It's also highly uncommon for twenty year old males and basically means I have a suppressed immune system in one way or another, most probably from diabetes. Yay, right?
On the upside, I'm working hard on my first degree in Wicca, I have a permanant place to live and a job. Yay me.
