I never cared. But now I do. And I hate it
Recently though, I've been feeling as if I'm missing out. And on top of that, I'm feeling rather lonely.
I'm 23, there's still life in me. And I shouldn't rush into things, I know this. But I can't help wondering what it would be like to have someone love me and to feel love for someone.
Where I used to reply "ew, no" whenever someone asked me if I had a boyfriend, I now secretly wish I had one.
A tall, burly dude with a beard, long hair and lots of tattoos. A fellow metalhead to accompany me to all the festivals and concerts because I'm tired of going alone.
I kinda just want someone to share all the small victories of everyday life with. Even if it's just a platonic friend. But I'm painfully aware of all my issues and I don't want to burden anyone. So I guess I'm just hoping this confession will help in getting this out of my system so that I can go back to not caring.