Everything will be alright.

Why it has to be so difficult?  I keep thinking that if I find a man, all it will be easy. But I don't find a man. So I'm here, at night, writting this and hoping some guy finally talk to me. Yes, I'm young and I will have years and years for love and broken hearts but I wanna have it now. In spite of that, I'm happy. I have my family and my friends and The Walking dead and Glee, and House, and all my tv programs. (that is sad, isn't it?) At the end, I wrote this for nothing and I'm gonna listen to Taylor Swift for hours and hours hoping something good happens.