So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention...

Feeling particularly wistful this weekend. Getting really fucking tired of my pathetically non-existant love life. Really. Fucking. Tired.

It probably doesn't help that I attend "The Slim-Pickin's School of the East Coast" (copyright my sophomore year roommate, who also informed me that I am not white, but merely "light skinded"), or that I keep fixating upon people who are not attracted to my gender.

Fuck.

I just want to be loooooved! Is that too much to ask??