The two sexiest men in the world exist as ghosts. We know they’re there, but they’re unreachable and untouchable, and only make themselves available to the most unworthy people at random, and then disappear back into the void where they can only be admired from a distance and torture the heart and soul of the one who would truly care.
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In the end I’m always alone. Always forgotten. Not important. Never was enough to be more than a passing thought only because I dared to insert myself.
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You might be too hard on yourself too often. Enjoy yourself, enjoy your own company and be comfortable in your own skin. There is no other you and no one else like you on this Earth.
I can’t be happy being alone, when friends don’t even talk to me or abandon me, when I feel shut out by other people on top of it. I am on my own in everything when everyone else has support.
I’m sorry this is happening. You deserve better really you do. You have such a wonderful heart.
OP has given so much yet all they get is shit in return it seems
Or we could have a glass half full moment and think: the OP keeps trying so his heart isn’t dead yet.
Some have tried so much it might get to the point that there is nothing left to give. I don’t know. I’m sorry you’ve been treated like this
Exactly. Ive been hurt to the point of emptiness where I no longer want to even speak to anyone new. I’m done. I know every man is superficial and if he talks to me then he’s fake. I want no part if it. But to be forgotten on top of it hurts worse. And worse yet, to be all alone with no support.