I pranced around the room like a blind moose, but what I lacked in grace I made up for in effort.

What do you think my chances might be of finding a soul mate in the group of you? I'll be lucky if I can just find someone who'll be able to stand me for the rest of our lives. What if I've already sent her home because I was relying on some sort of spark I didn't feel? What if she's waiting to leave me at the first sign of adversity? What if I don't find anyone at all? What do I do then, America?

And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.

I don't know if I'm supposed to be holding on or letting go. I don't want to give up, but if there's nothing for me to hope for, then tell me.

It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?

Need someone to talk to? I could tug my ear right now.