Ironically I somtimes feel like im in this headspace where I think im meant to be a lone traveler. The perpetual solo friend who never has a partner. I recently tried to date again thinking I found someone who was ok with my aroaceniss only to be mistaken again when they told me that they weren't actually aroace just very self conscious. And then I tried to make it work but my revulsion beats me up everytime. I feel like a villain in my own story and sometimes it breaks me into small pieces. Im happy that that person realized that they weren't repulsed like me, but it certainly does feel lonley at the same time. Everytime I think im satisfied and happy with being content in my single vibes for life, I take a chance because I try to fit the norm. All I want is a platonic life partner but its near impossible to find.
