I’ve finally done it.
Finally found someone who actually loves me back, resolved the best of what I could for my family and made friends who I could be sociable with… And yet, after all that bullshit I pondered on for 19 years of living…
There was nothing there all along.
I guess this whole time I was chasing a dream that I thought would make me happy. But in the end I just don’t feel any better. It seems that I’ve come to the end of my road. I’m tired of looking up at the stars, wondering why I’m never happy. It’s clear that there’s nothing here for me in this world, I just hope whatever’s left for me after I depart isn’t as excruciatingly pointless as I felt on this planet.
Have a good life to you all!
If anything, it was the chase that I loved.
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Wish I could be lucky enough to find someone in the first place, or find someone that I didn’t fuck things up with, as usual.
I found nothing as well. This really resonates with me!