What is it all about?

I, waiting. Okay, so Im drunk. Fair enough. But I am waiting for that boy. I have my shit together, but I am waiting for that guy that will complete what I am working for. I have never seen myself alone, and yet tonight I was out with friends that I see alone, they are alone, and I am alone. But I am not meant to be alone. That's the thing. I started sobbing on my walk home. To see everything (drunk) as it should be before everyone leaves who is important to me. I am confused. I am drunk. I am going to bed.