...when you're alone. What's the point if there's no one to experience them with? What's the point of doing anything if there's no one to talk about it with? Is any experience worthy of report without other people?
As I ache from loneliness tonight, I'm left pondering these questions. I'm also brought painfully back to the understanding that I can neither make myself fall in love with someone, nor make someone else fall in love with me.
It's never long before I'm brought back to the pitiful neediness that I have for a relationship. Will I ever be comfortable single? What's more, will I ever find someone I fit with mutually? Every time I find a girl I think is right she doesn't feel the same way. And there have been a few, now, who have seemed almost perfect, but I couldn't fall for. I can also see that most of my choices for a mate weren't very good.
I hate this. I don't want to care, or want, but I do. I wonder how I stop being human and needing in a practical way.
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