/lit/ - Literature

>>10411723
These pass few weeks I thought things were looking up, but I was wrong. Dwelling upon what life with a girlfriend would be like, I no longer believe to have interest in such a relationship. I couldn't imagine what it is like to entrust, spend time with, or even love someone. Love. The most complex monosyllabic word in existence. Most seem to live, understand, or crave a life in which they love someone but I simply can not. Devoid of feeling I trudge through my days all the while questioning what motivates me to get up every morning. The only time I seem to feel is when I laugh. But laughter is short lived. Laughter is unfulfilling. I guess my life and laughter have two things in common then...