I'm tired.

I'm tired of putting myself out there and I'm tired of getting shot down. They call it a game for a reason. You're playing the odds. The odds of everything lining up all at once and things working out. You take chances, and I'm tired of taking chances. Does this mean I want to be alone? Hell no. So what that means is I'll sit around being happy with my solo existence until someone else comes along that I feel is something special... and I put myself out there again. Typically resulting in a false sense of security in something I felt I could believe in. To many times in my 28 years of life has this happened, and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of getting excited about people who I think are worth my time only to discover that I'm not worth THEIR time. I'm tired of getting excited about people who aren't worth MY time. I'm tired of hearing, "you're such a great guy! I don't know why no one has snatched you up yet!" Seriously?

If you're reading this and are in a relationship that you are at least marginally happy with and have been in for at least a little bit now... do yourself a favor and call them or find them and tell them you love them and about how lucky you are to have them. Because you are, and don't you ever fucking forget it!