I’m tired of waking up by myself. I roll over and there’s plenty of room next to me; there’s no one waiting for me in the kitchen.
I’m tired of eating breakfast alone. I turn on the TV so there’s some noise while I make my food. It’s not conversation, but it’s better than silence.
I’m tired of having things happen during the day and having no one to tell when I get home.
I’m tired of being a third wheel. Or a fifth wheel. Or a seventh wheel. I act like it doesn’t bother me when we’re all hanging out, but really, it becomes just another reminder that I’m alone.
I’m tired of people telling me that they don’t understand why I’m single. Other people, they say, it’s easy to figure out why they’re alone. They’re mean or angry or have no drive.
I’m tired of people saying that they’re sure I’ll meet someone who’s wonderful and smart and more beautiful than all of the girls I’ve dated before. And then, they promise, I’ll be so happy that nothing else will matter.
I’m tired of seeing a movie, or some other event that would be a lot of fun to take a date on. And then just not going.
I’m tired of my friends telling me that the last girl I asked out…the one who turned me down…isn’t good enough for me and she’ll regret it someday.
I’m tired of hearing that another one of my ex’s is getting married. Or engaged. Or is in a serious long-term relationship that seems to be “heading somewhere.”
I’m tired of coming home after work to an empty apartment. I don’t get to discuss the day or ask anyone how their day was.
I’m tired of cooking for one. Which usually means I make too much and either throw the rest out or try to freeze it. But then I have no one to remind me that I have leftovers, so it just goes bad anyways.
I’m tired of unwinding by myself. The couch isn’t nearly as comfortable without someone to cuddle with.
I’m tired of going to sleep alone. It’s clear that only one person has slept there. And only one person will sleep there again tonight.
I’m tired of being single.
Note:
I found this on the net and I felt as if I wrote it and then forgot I wrote it. But, the truth is that I didn’t write this at all.
