Loneliness is a complete bitch and I really wish that it couldn't get it's claws into me in the way that it sometimes does.
I really dislike coming home from a lovely sociable sort of day to realise that I'm a bit too tired and now my brain's going to grumble and crave cuddles and attention. Come on, how long before it realises that such things really aren't an option any more? I am single and will be for the foreseeable future. I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in laying myself open to that level of pain and heartache ever again.
And that's my final word on the subject, tonight at least.
