/lit/ - Literature

I'm writing a series of vignettes about how people in a small town deal with an impending apocalypse. This excerpt is about a guy who confesses his love to a girl in an act of desperation and she turns out to be a lesbian.

“This world is cruel and awkward and, as I fall through it, I cannot stop slamming into my obstacles face-first. What is the purpose of it all if she does not want a boy, any boy? Why do I continue to try in vain when my kind is not wanted? Why must my final days be the same as the all of the previous? I try and try, but I still agonizes over the same thing. Why must Dana be the one who chooses my fate? Every time she feels pain, I feel it twice as much, and every time she feels love, I feel even more pain than before. We could all die today, or tomorrow, or any day. All of our fates are sealed, but why is it that I feel I am the only one? I feel as if I am already dead and life is still moving around me, unaware of who I once was and what I once felt. Unaware, or apathetic”