I'd like to believe this will be the year. I'd like to believe that I will finally get out and start having a life.

But I'm not that naive anymore. I will continue to pass up opportunities to hang out with the outside world in favor of my beloved TV or time with my Mom. I will go to school and make friends with those in my classes but we won't be real friends. I won't have any love prospects. My life will not be interesting.

I'm not going to change. It's unfortunate but it's true. I'm not and have never been a social butterfly. I am a carbon copy of my mom. Except when she was my age she had met my dad & they were married by 21. That's all I need. I just need a boy. I need a boy to love and a boy to love me.