People aren´t honest with each other. How else could they live together, dream together, grow old together? There is always something untold, a feeling best undescribed. Friends, one in love. How peculiar that can be, huh?
I haven´t had a single real girlfriend. Sad but true. Oh, I´m not asexual in any way. But I always seem to do something wrong. Act a bit too desperate, mostly. Desperate to fit in, desperate to be loved and always loved, not loved and then forgotten. I feel like there is something missing, some elaborate puzzle I was supposed to crack, Unfold. Untold, of course, because it cannot be told.
I hate this life.
