I think the reason I started this blog has finally become apparent to me.

Victor Hugo once said, "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."

I think this venting, this complaining, this bitching, has all been because I have yet to meet a single person who I feel would truly love me for who I am, rather than simply for what they could possibly receive from me. Call it insecure, if you will. I certainly wouldn't argue that it isn't.

And while I can live with who I am, I tend to feel that there's something missing, and to be honest, I think that tonight, I finally clicked.

Oddly enough, for some odd reason, I'm feeling more cheerful tonight than I have in a long time, to boot. Go figure.

Listening to: Death In Vegas - Dirge

Awesome band, that.