I realized today while i was at the gym that i am a 25 year old weirdo with absolutely no prospects. Life, friends, partners or otherwise.
I want to start an "it does not get better" project. It hasn't. It is harder. I am juggling a dozen things, none of which i care about. But if i drop them, then what? There is no one here with me to share the load.
I was falling in love with someone only to find that he did not feel the same way. But i am expected to be okay with that. I am supposed to still be his friend.
Fuck my fuck.
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