This is not a love story. it's a tragedy. It's the story of how I ended up 21 and not only single, but that kind of single that hasn't even managed to hold anyone's hand in a romantic way, ever. And if you're one of those people that's gonna come here and tell me that there's a time for everything, that there's way more important stuff in life and I just need to be patient- WELL this is not for you because CLEARLY you don't know what you're talking about. I'm mostly writing this diary to whine about it, so. Maybe you can relate and you'll find it somehow comforting, I don't know. Or at least you can laugh at my misfortune I guess.