Nobody will sincerely and genuinely love me, I just gotta accept that. I’m not getting the affection I need, I’ll probably be dead before anyone cares about me, if that. It fucking hurts, but I just gotta realize that I won’t be getting the same memories of a teen romance everyone around me is getting. They’re getting partners, they are making positive memories, and I’m suffering alone knowing nobody is gonna love me for a while if at all.
I know it’s unlikely, I got 60-70 more years in me, but only about 30 of those do I have a chance, and trust me, I’m not getting that chance.
I won’t get a hug. I won’t get gifts. I won’t even get an “I love you.” non-platonically. It’s just not gonna happen. I think the sooner I accept that the sooner I accept that the better. It’s over.