I miss the days when being in love felt good. when there was hope, and anticipation, and possibility, or when there was reciprocation, even when it was hard and distant or complicated. now I'm just... stuck, in this hopeless, painful, useless place, in love and knowing it's pointless, just hurting. hurting a lot, all the time, stuck in self isolation so I don't even have much of platonic love to distract me from the misery. when will love start feeling good again?










