i'm not a girl, so it's okay to admit i NEED a man to be happy.
i love to throw the cunt word around, but i love getting penetrated as well, so even the most militant feminist can't make nonsense claims.

my life is a mess but i'm not going to do anything about it. i'm throwing a tantrum.

if a good man doesn't come along and revive me, i'm just going to spend my days here spreading my misery around.

i have no ambition but kindness and deep dick action bring me to life. i get like napoleon.

honestly, i don't see myself ever being happy. it doesn't seem at all realistic.

Aw! Do you need a hag?

(misspelling is intentional)

somebody, please?

cletus you're an attractive, generally articulate fellow. i'm sure it's only a matter of time before you're back to your cocksure self.

are you in the position to take a holiday or something? travel might do you well.

same here. at least romantic attachment-wise i don't see myself ever being happy. but it's ok, because being bitter and twisted is kind of fun.

If you dont think you'll be happy ever, your not really leaving yourself any room for the thought and possibility. You've already convinced your mind, damned any opportunity. Don't place your happiness in the hands of others and other people that haven't even entered your life. You need to be happy first before anyone else can come into your life. Meh, Im no Dr Phil..