Outside it is cold and grey as if the world has decided to go to sleep, lethargic drops of rain fall to the earth in a depressed haze, I can't help but wonder if this is actually a metaphor for how I feel.

Sometimes I get so sad I don't know what to do, I just want someone to share my life with but I don't want just anyone, I want this fantastic dream of a person that I've created in my head and i fear that they don't exist, the ones that I do meet that seem to fit this mold seem to be very transient people, but I feel that I've always sort of meant to be transient myself, I just haven't found a way to do that yet, the roots that I have are superficial all I really need to do is dig them up and begin my journey. I don't know what really holds me here, sometimes though, I think that I do...