Full-moon minds and sunset hearts; souls made of twilight stars!

I got a tatoo last night!! It's the zodiac symbol for cancer (because I'm the biggest cancer ever, pun intended). It's on my ankle. Only cost me $50 and it's cute. Yay for being spontaneous!! Though this may be only in light of a sudden and drastic identity crisis. The closer it gets to summer, the closer it gets to a total of one year that I have been alone. It hasn't been bad. In fact, I have grown more as a person in the past nine months than I think I did at all freshman year. I feel more social and more beautiful and more likable than I have in years. I'm not sick of myself, I understand myself perfectly. I enjoy being my best company. I have better conversations with myself than I do with a lot of people. I am healthy and active. I have gained weight and am no longer sickly tiny. I enjoy my job and my friends and my life...

But the closer it comes to the end of co-op, the closer my 20th birthday approaches, the closer to an entire year of being single, the more I begin to wonder if I'm in for a deep, dramatic mental breakdown the likes of which I have never known. I am not unhappy by any means. But am I truely happy? I don't really know...

I think I am lonely. But of everyone I've met and been interested in, no one has captured my attention for very long at all. I am way more interested in my friendships than in any little romantic thing that happens. I'm sexually frustrated, but I haven't met anyone that I really want. It's driving me insane. I haven't really been actively looking, I guess. But you'd think I at least would see more than one or two people that I thought were attractive. I dunno.

PS: I miss Dan! He's in China for TWO MONTHS! What do you do when you're best friend isn't around suddenly?? I dunno!