Here i am again. Drinking alone with angst on my throat because of some girl i've met not long ago. I've been falling for people since age 6, but i never had a relationship. Every single time i met someone that could work with me, it turns into this obsession. I get so happy, it's like a drug. I tried kissing random people, tried texting multiple girls so i don't end up like this, but here i am. And i know that eventually, i'm going to make her leave trying to make her stay. And it's so awful.
Why do people like me exist? Why is my happiness conditioned to others? My life without a woman is depressing. I envy them, independent girls who doesn't need romance to feel alive.
Why do people like me exist? Why is my happiness conditioned to others? My life without a woman is depressing. I envy them, independent girls who doesn't need romance to feel alive.
