Fuck Tinder. ( Not about Tinder)

Today I felt lonely. Tomorrow, I'll probably feel the same way. That's been a general theme in my life. I should probably grow some balls, but its easier just to drink way too much Friday and Saturday nights. Listen to music to ease my pain. I went on a date the other day. I've only been on dates with four girls including this one in my life. Only one of them ever lead anywhere. Or maybe 1 1/2. This last one didn't seem to lead to much. Maybe I should text the girl again, try and see if it could work, but I didn't feel a connection. I kinda feel more comfortable being alone sometimes. It's a safety net. A place where I can feel like shit and not have anyone laugh at me. It's hard being me, but probably harder to be other people. Or maybe harder for other people to be them. Or maybe it's the same for all of us. We're not as different as we think, but we're not as similar as we appear. What I mean is, all meaning is bullshit. Subjective blah blah blah about how happiness is unique to you. Just figure your shit out. Or don't. I never have, and look at me. I'm posting my problems to the internet because I have no else to talk to. Or choose not to. I don't know maybe I'll ask a girl I meet in person soon. Maybe aliens will invade tomorrow. Maybe you'll read my blog. Life's full of surprises. Peace, I got to go listen to Fidlar.