Some ambiguous title

I used to wake up everyday wishing that I could be profound, that I
could say things that make people go "ohhh" and "ahhh" and then I
realized I was that person. When I realized that, I started to
understand that I'd rather be the girl who nobody knew and who might
as well live under a bridge forever by herself. Then I could keep my
big words and otherworldly philosophy all to myself and never have to
explain once what it meant. Though I am most content by my lonesome I
must sometimes emerge to feed on the emotion and life of others.

I fell in love with him by first sound. Wrapped up in the shadows, my
eyes fixated on his. I didn't ever let go. His fingers danced on the
guitar and all my worries floated away with his voice, leaning closer
in some attempt to make him love me like I loved him. I didn't blink
ever and he didn't stop staring. He could sing about dead babies and
murder and I would still love him. He could even sing about his
homosexual obsession for John Kerry and I would still love him. It
didn't matter because I'm easy like that. I have the most annoying
ability to fall in love with just about anyone in just about five
seconds. Careful, caution, stop. I have an even more annoying ability
to fall out of love in one second.

This gets me in a lot of trouble. I am why all of the nice boys are
bitter and angry. I am why all of bad boys are still bad. I am why all
the nice girls are at home alone on Saturday night because I
single-handedly jaded all of those nice boys and all that was left for
them was the bad ones who make them stay home and watch sappy romantic
comedies staring Hugh Grant whilst eating quadruple chocolate brownie
fudge surprise ice cream. I'm not sorry because it was all a lot of
fun. But now I am afraid that I will have to be alone forever. I know
I just told you that I like to be alone, mostly because I am in love
with myself. But there is no way I could love myself without the help
of someone else to tell me I'm the greatest times two.

I know am barely even twenty years old and that love is the last thing
that is supposed to be on my mind. But I'm not even asking for
eternity, forever, death do us part kind of love. I am asking for the
kind that might only last for a week maybe longer. It's simple really.