I read my earlier post on being lonely and a third-wheel in the presence of a strong friendship duo, and it doesn't make me feel better. Let me whine, Internet. Sometimes, I just want to wallow in pity and marinate in rejection. And be jealous. Oh yes.
*sigh*
Maybe it's just that I've never clicked with anyone the way they have, but at the same time, I feel like I'd be a good match for one of them, but, like all my relationships, seem to be unrequited.
I need sleep, and I need to quit being such a selfish asshole. There are a lot of things in my life that are awesome, and I am pretty damn lucky.
But.
Fuck.
...
Self-abnegation.
Goddamn I'm pitiful.
In happier news, I'll be knitting more. I got into a knitting DeCal.
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