Some people will always have a part of their live that will never work out. Some will never get rich, some will never grow taller, some will always be fat, while people like me will never find love. I don't think I know how. It's like looking for gold but finding horse shit all the time. I look back on my track record and remember the words, "I'm not looking for a girlfriend right now", which I'm guaranteed to hear. The last few people that told me that almost brought out the serial killer in me, but luckily I did nothing about it. It's irrational to believe I'm cursed, but really, I'm going about it wrong. I can't do it right, and there's no confidence to support it on its merry way. Maybe I'll be a black lesbian star, and have women, all orientations, knocking at my door to smear cocoa butter on me every morning and every night. It's a good thing I'm writing this bit down, because this'll never happen, and I can refer to this entry for masterbatory material.