Meaningless

   There are some people that feel like life has no purpose or meaning unless they have a man/woman to love. Over the years I've come to realize I'm one of those people.
   Currently life is mundane. I work, sleep and repeat. I work to have a life that I never have the time or energy to have. Not to mention it isn't fun doing things alone. I'm to socially awkward for that. Guess I'll have to find a way around that.
   I want a vacation. A week long vacation out of this state. Somewhere I haven't been before preferably. Maybe New York, Arizona, Maine, or California... plenty of other options too. Either way I need away from all the reminders.
   My own town has been ruined with memories of jackasses. I love this town so I'll never move, but some places will cause pain from time to time. It won't all be because of one person not sure if that makes it better or worse.. or really if it matters at all.
  “'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” Sometimes I highly doubt that, but I know in the end that it's true. However it hurts like hell and also true is "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"