I love a certain kind of person, certain qualities and ways of relating to things. The way I wish I was, and maybe eventually will be. Unlikely. Maybe unrealistic to be that way. I imagine the sorts of people I want to have and want to be and I have never met a single one like this. Maybe that is why I'm so reserved, every new friendship I form dims my spirit because nobody has what I'm looking for. Why am I ungrateful? Why don't I like anyone? Perhaps I'm not very likeable, either, people never come to me. I am glad that everyone is so different but in the same token I' like to find even one who is what I think I would like.
I'm foolish.
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