You know those social butterflies, the singles who embrace their "freedom" without a significant other, living it up at every party with the same group of friends? They mingle, have fun, but inevitably head home alone. I often wonder if they feel lonely sometimes, if they miss having someone special to call their own. Do they lie awake at night, feeling the empty cold space beside them, staring at the undisturbed second pillow that reminds them of their solitude?
I confided in my best friend that I felt like curling up into a ball and hiding under a blanket. It sounds so unhealthy, doesn't it? But let me tell you what's truly unhealthy. It's having a loving family, wonderful friends, and a good (enough) life, yet still finding yourself sulking. It's never feeling satisfied, always thinking there must be more to life. That's been my broken record for the past year.