What's the word that's burning in your heart?

Venting.

I like to think that I’ve been pretty good for the past ten and a half months. I’ve been single, I’ve been turned down, I’ve hooked up, and I haven’t sobbed about it. It’s been good.

But today, I’m sick of it. I know you don’t need someone to be happy - more importantly, I know that I don’t need someone to be happy.

But I’m sick. And I feel like shit. And all I want is someone to cuddle me and make me soup. I really don’t think that’s too much to ask.

I just don’t want to be used and I don’t want to be hurt and I don’t want to be alone anymore. I know I shouldn’t be mad at other people’s happiness, but I am. 

I’m not a prude. I’m not a complainer (usually). I’m self-sufficient. I cook. I clean. I spend money. I’m a great catch.

Donde esta mine?