I realized tonight that I don't really get lonely for 'people'. I'm actually perfectly content to live my life by myself, even alone here in this house, except for one thing...
The weight of not having a special 'someone' is crushing. And I remembered an observation that someone made about me in a conversation recently, and it was essentially that, even if I did meet someone I found interesting/intriguing, I'd likely not be able to approach them anyway. This is less an observation than a fact.
A discouraging, confounding, defeating fact.
8:14 p.m. - 2020-04-09
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