You know, all this time I thought the world was the one with the problem. It's actually me that has the problem. It's no wonder I'm alone. With all my theatrics, dramatics, self-loathing, whining, and other assorted problems; why would ANYONE want to be with me? Kind of an epiphany this evening, if you will... Let me ponder on this for awhile. Perhaps I need to make some adjustments in my life... (I know, you are like, duh... You think?!)