Being single isn't wonderful when craving a relationship. Not to have sexual intercourse, but to have communication. To be understood and loved. To feel that passion that is claimed by many other partners in a relationship. Most importantly, to find happiness.
Is it true however?
It feels as if I am being hurt to get what I want rather than feeling blissful.
I'm so overly obsessed with the idea that a relationship will bring me happiness, when it's family, friends and the wonders of the world that can only give that. The only thing that a relationship, or at least trying to get into one, has been doing was only getting me depressed, lonesome, and suicidal. The negative thoughts of not being loved, not being useful, not being needed in the world comes in play whenever she smiles at me while she shakes her head and apologizes.
How can I trust someone so innocent?
Why must everyone be proficient in a sort of sport or something essential?
The idea of happiness in a relationship drives me mad, especially when I can't obtain it.
It is what it is and I shall accept fate, no matter how much I will be damaged.
