Being single sucks

I go to the Scud and Nanny and smile, I chill at the rugby bar and laugh, I go to the nightclub and dance.

I call my friends and hang, I talk to chicks and flirt, I buy whisky bottles and drink. I watch Liverpool and cry, I read the papers and scream, I go to bed and weep.

I cut my hair and change, I do some work and struggle, but nothing seems to make any fucking sense anymore.

There’s nothing as frustrating as driving down Borrowdale Road for fifteen goddamn minutes knowing you’re going to a cold, empty  bed.

This is bullshit.

12 Replies to “Being single sucks”

  1. The B.S and pride that has you has you writing odes like the one above:)
    Being in contact and making a concerted effort to get her back are two totally different things. you can call and just say whassup or you could swallow the pride, call and say baby come back

  2. First of all, you don’t fucking know me, neither do you know my motivations for writing what I write.

    Assuming there is pride preventing me from doing anything is stupid, because you have NO IDEA what’s happening, who I’m talking to or what’s up between us.

    Comment, criticism, interest are fine. ASSUMING you know something when you don’t … well, you don’t. 🙂

  3. “Spending all my nights
    All my money going out on the town
    Doing anything just to get you off of my mind
    But when the morning comes
    I’m right back where I started again
    Trying to forget you is just a waste of time

    Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
    There was something in everything about you
    Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
    I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you

    All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado
    Trying to keep up the smile that hides a tear
    But as the sun goes down
    I get that empty feeling again
    How I wish to God that you were here

    Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
    There was something in everything about you
    Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
    I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you

    Now that I put it all together
    Give me the chance to make you see
    Have you used up all the love in your heart
    Nothing left for me
    Ain’t there nothing left for me

    Baby come back, any kind of fool could see
    There was something in everything about you
    Baby come back, listen, you can blame it all on me
    I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you

    I was wrong, and I just can’t live”

    damn I luv that song …

  4. Sorry Serenity, I just get pissed cos there’s lots of assumptions flying around. This post wasn’t a cry for help, a pining ode to some long lost love.

    It was a statement of fact: being single sucks. To then assume that I’m whining and my pride is stopping me from going somewhere begging on my knees?

    Presumptuous.

  5. Ignorance is the mother of presumption
    ~ Marie de Gournay

    Maybe the assumption was not that you were whining – maybe the assumption was that you needed support to take the first step.

    But as you so eloquently put it…that was “ASSUMING I know something when I don’t … well, I don’t.”

    Nuff said.

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