My past relationships haven’t been too great. As I look back, I think, how could I have handled that!? But really, I don’t know.

I always think the next one will be good, but it turns out bad, like always. Even though I’m young, it seems like I’m sitting around waiting for ‘the one’. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I do know what I want…someone who understands, someone who never wants to hurt me.

But as I sit here and write this, I realize I don’t have a chance to find someone like that in this town, but I can’t wait to get out of here.

So, for now, I sit alone writing lame stories…