Day 5851

Here is an extract from my private blog, its how I've been feeling lately. Which is kind of depressing. This is day 5851 of my single life...


The single life is a lonely one. You walk about streets, with no one to hold hands with, and there are couples everywhere. They canoodle in corners and lovingly comfort one another. While you look on with an empty hand and no one to comfort your feelings. Do they no notice all the love we have to give? The single life is a depressing one. You read books and it describes characters kissing, and you have no idea how it feels because you have never felt that. They describe characters in love with 'the glow' and you cannot relate because you haven't felt that. You sit in Art and one of your friends tells you they got the implant, and you've never even been kissed, let alone have sex. You have no idea what a pair of strong male arms embracing you, protecting you feels like. Your female friends tells you she has given blow jobs to her boyfriend in bushes and you just want someone to love you and to be with. The single life is difficult. You see and hear and read so much and the outside world has no idea how you feel. They carry in in their perfect little worlds of love and happiness while you sit in your room, as lonely as an odd button that has fallen down the back of the chest of drawers. You imagine what it would be like to be loved and you can't. The single life is a painful one. Sometimes, it makes you feel as if a hole has been ripped through your chest and it is empty and cold. The single life is without hope. You become so far into the vicious circle that you think that if you ever did get out, no one would want you anyway due to lack of experience. So the circle continues. And before you know it you are fifty years old, pig ugly, and alone with just your cats for company. Even they will eat off half your face once your dead and not discovered for weeks because the single life means no social life on a weekend.