/lit/ - Literature

>>20713885
I'm not as old as you but I can relate. I'm 21, the best interaction I've had with a girl is getting complimented by one. It was a passing stranger who gave me a passing compliment. The compliment may as well not mattered since I would never see her again. "I like your eyes."
21 is still quite young. Maybe there's hope for me yet. Maybe not. I hate that I missed out on teen love. I'm going to hate that I missed out on young adult love. I hope I'm not alive to hate that I missed out on adult love and beyond. I'll never experience anything pure. I'll never experience a girl's body when it's at the best age. I'll never experience true love, I'll never share my first time with anyone. I would like to believe that I'm being punished for something, like I was a horrible person in a past life and missing out on all this these experiences is what I deserve. But I know the world isn't merciful enough to give meaning to suffering. Suffering is just suffering. There's no meaning to it. The best we can do is hold onto the whatever optimism is left for us.

Sorry for replying to your posts like a retarded [s4s] poster earlier. I just thought it would be funny.

Summer class starts tomorrow. I'm not mentally prepared for it. I wasted all my free time these past couple of months. Time just flies by and I never get to grasp anything.