You know, sometimes I think that I am, in fact, broken. Because how come I long to be loved like those beautiful poetries and romances I read, like, desperately... At the same time that I'm unable to return it? I've searched for it on multiple people, but I give up when I realize how selfish I'm being when I couldn't feel something towards them. I just loved the idea of love and being loved, not them. Then the only things that I have left is art and the consolation that "at least I have my best friend, my family", but they're finding this type love themselves and building their families. I try to get comfort on the fact that "as a single person with no partner and kids I will have more freedom and money", but idk... Sometimes I just wish I had someone to hold me, to kiss my face and say beautiful words to me. And "AroAce" is far away from being a known expression in my country, imagine "queer platonic"... Sorry for the long self pity rant. I'm just incredible sad these days.
Submitted July 9, 2023


















