A poem of mine.

I come before you a broken man. Beaten down and ravaged by the events transpired. I dare not retrace my footsteps to find myself, for fear of the painful memories leading to my current state. I trudge along to keep the past where it belongs, behind me, and every time I falter or misstep, it floods to me like a dam unleashed. Swallowing me in its unyielding torrent, pulling me down and away from anything I have managed to salvage of myself. The pieces I have lost shall never be recovered, forever lost to the memories of the past. All is not lost, for there is the future. I have to hope that someone will come along to give me back the pieces of myself and restore me to the man I once was. The hope is fleeting, being worn away by the doubts and shadows of the past. I fear it may already be to late... Put my mind at ease and save me from this torment I endure. It's been too much for too long now, the next mistake may be the last I'll ever make. Please hurry, who ever you are. You have haunted my dreams, and my thoughts, tantalizingly close and yet, so far away. You are the only thing keeping me going, but I cannot go on forever. I beg of you to find me. Release me from my everlasting torment, for my happiness cannot exist, my past cannot be warded off without your love and the warmth and peace it brings...
Dewey Robert Bibb "Captain Liberty" Naughty - 14 years, 12 months, 4 days ago

I find this to be very very true.

Girls.

What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Dewey Robert Bibb "Captain Liberty" Naughty - 15 years, 8 days ago