NSFW I feel alone. Nobody loves me.

[Crematoryy]

I just finished my 7-hour shift as a freelance delivery driver, and I admit I received minimally satisfactory pay. But I wonder what the point is of all this effort if I have no one to love; if I am not loved, known, or embraced by anyone. I'm tired of growing old alone. I feel like this decade of my twenties is my last chance to meet another person. To be loved, one needs to be born into a good house or apartment, with a middle-class family income and a decent appearance. Because I was born underprivileged, I am condemned to the ostracism of social invisibility. I long to be loved, but this pain will never cease within me.

The world is terribly mistaken in tacitly believing that I will accept the existence imposed upon me. If there is no emotional life for me, there will be none for anyone else. While I toil in silence, the world rejoices in its sexual lust. While they're having sex, I indulge in excessive daydreaming, what it would be like to receive the simplest, unsuspecting human touch. All this cruelty will lead to a revolt, and finally the world will find the monster it itself created.

 

[cipherbun]

Hi.. I'm sorry that you haven't had the chance to feel loved, or know, or embraced by anyone. I see you and I hear your pain. Please reach out to me if you'd like a friend.

 

[bl33ding_heart]

This is exactly how I feel, my life can not physically be worth it without love.

 

[AgathaChristieLover]

I have plenty of friends, but none of them have me as their first choice, I'm just there

 

[lastappleonearth]

I just finished my 7-hour shift as a freelance delivery driver, and I admit I received minimally satisfactory pay. But I wonder what the point is of all this effort if I have no one to love; if I am not loved, known, or embraced by anyone. I'm tired of growing old alone. I feel like this decade of my twenties is my last chance to meet another person. To be loved, one needs to be born into a good house or apartment, with a middle-class family income and a decent appearance. Because I was born underprivileged, I am condemned to the ostracism of social invisibility. I long to be loved, but this pain will never cease within me.

The world is terribly mistaken in tacitly believing that I will accept the existence imposed upon me. If there is no emotional life for me, there will be none for anyone else. While I toil in silence, the world rejoices in its sexual lust. While they're having sex, I indulge in excessive daydreaming, what it would be like to receive the simplest, unsuspecting human touch. All this cruelty will lead to a revolt, and finally the world will find the monster it itself created.

I'm sorry, I feel for u and I hope that u can find someone. Btw this is beautifully written