Winter just makes me yearn for a log cabin somewhere deep in the woods. Someplace I can tuck away during the snowy months, and enjoy peace and rest. Someday I hope to achieve something like that, even if it has to be by myself. At the age of twenty five now, it's painfully obvious to me that I'm the odd one. Not ever having a serious relationship as an adult weighs on me at times, but I'm resigned to it now.
I'm at a point in my life where it feels like I'm not ever going to have a real adult relationship. While I know that pretty much anybody who goes a while without a loving partner follows this train of thought at some time or other, I really believe it. I don't know how to do it. I'm not even very good at friendships, to be honest, so the idea of somehow managing to find, build and maintain a romantic loving relationship just seems completely impossible to me. I'm sailing the sea of life alone, but I've always been independent from lack of any other option. This in turn created a cycle of individual existence from which I can't break free. I'm out of strength to fight the current, and I'm just going to be swept out with the tide. But that's alright... the lonely open ocean doesn't frighten me.