I hate it

I hate it. Really. I hate that I can always walk around, feeling this emptiness swallowing me. I hate that I have everything I want, everything I need, and yet, it still feels like something's missing. I hate that I have no reason to complain, because I've been blessed with love, success, friendship, health and wits all my life. I hate that even if that is the case, I still yearn for more, for some sort of miracle, for love and passion. What I dream of every hour of every day of every month : falling madly in love. Love and be loved. Even simple dating would be enough. Why didn't any guy ever think of asking me for a date, ever ? Why didn't I ever get the chance to kiss somebody ? I would understand if I was repulsing, but I don't think I am so terrible looking. I'm pretty enough when I put an effort to it. Of course, I ain't no supermodel, but still, when I look around and I notice which girls are happily in love, I realize they aren't the prettiest nor the smartest nor the nicest. They're just simple and comfortable with themselves. If only…