Feast Or Famine

A friend of mine once told me that dating was either feast or famine. You go hungry for months without a real date, a real crush, a real interest, and then you are hit with several all at once. You pick and chose, you decide which one(s) you like the best, then something happens, and your in a famine again.

I have been feasting lately. Now, I think I'm going on a hunger strike. I'm tired of the whole thing, the broken promises, the miscommunication, the things left unsaid, the selfishness, everything.

In life do you have to starve for several years before you can be happy, content, full?