Wolves Riding Bears.

I don't know if it's the same for anybody else, but, I have no luck with love, really. There are many conditions for this, several of which, I am unsure how to actually change.

Firstly, I always seem to find a large difficulty finding anyone that keeps my attention. When it comes to partners, I am usually very picky. They've got to be exact, and when I feel like I'm being 'lenient' with allowances, I always feel like I'm trailing after people that I'd rather not. I often feel quite next to nothing towards the people who are actually interested in me. But, then, as I said above, I sort of give them a chance, but, yet, they're as half arsed as I should be. I don't actually care, but, I have nothing better to contend with, so, I try and make do and, these people I am making do with don't actually try hard enough for my fake-interest. Secondly, when they actually try with me, I don't seem to care anyway and just remind myself that I don't actually care, fancy or love these people. I never know what to do with people. Nothing ever seems to be enough for anyone.

I recently lost a friend; this person (who, I wont name, because, it's quite pointless to) was someone I would have considered a close friend. He was someone that seemed a bit more interesting than everyone else. From what I could tell, we were really good friends after such a brief moment of time; we always had a good time together, we never had problems making conversation, we made each other laugh, things seemed good. I felt that he was a keeper. However, like all novelties, they either fade out into mundaneness, or just can't stick around.
A week or two ago, he randomly decided to be unsociable with me. I noticed it straight away, but, tried to put it off as paranoia. However, I enquired and asked him personally, to which, he said he had and that there was a reason. He said enough to let me know that it was my doing, but, refused to confirm exactly what. I did my best, but, I couldn't get anything out of him. So, I left him for several days, hoping, things would straighten themselves within a few days and things just would go back to normal.
Last Wednesday, I was DJing at a gig in Wrexham, and I was on my Laptop (For that was what I DJ'd from); throughout the night, I began to think on him and the fact that we were still not talking. Eventually, at the end of the evening, Jimmy, my Djing cohort, told me that the friend in question had been bitching about me to him and another collective friend of ours. Apparently he said that I was far too nice and buddying with him and that I generally irritated him with my consistent friendship.

So yeah.
People suck.