Unfortunately, I know how many women weep over me when I am sober: none. Because it is hard for a girl to notice the hot (and I mean HOT) guy who is across the city from them, in his room, with the door locked, posting a journal that no one will read.
Dear Imaginary reader, do not tell me to go meet women. Do not tell me to "ditch the booze." or slacken my usage of said crutch. I know how to solve the problem that I've explictly stated here. It's the problems that I can't articulate that have me confounded. If I was better at thinking on more than one level, if I knew what subtlety really was and could act accordingly, If I were not so defensive that I could accept and act on a solution, I would be better off. If I weren't so focused on "the best way," I would be a whole different personality type. For those of you I am imagining are curious, my personality type is: InTJ
So, there you have it, I probably could have said this better with the "lonely" emoticon, but what would be overly self-indulgent about that!?




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