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I dream of what your face would look like,

though I can never settle on just one.

I dream of the way your skin would feel on my own.

I dream of the words you'd say to me when I feel as though I cannot go on any longer.

I dream, I dream, and I dream.

But you don't exist, you never will.

You are but of my imagination that has been built upon years of agony.

You are unobtainable because you aren't real, and I can't make you real.

You are but a way for my mind to remind me that I will always, without a doubt, remain alone forever.

I want to be loved so much. I want her so much. I'm so sick of being alone and essentially killing myself slowly but surely. I want to be held as I break down for probably the 5th time that month.

But she doesn't exist. She never will. No one, man or woman, would want to stay with me for long. It doesn't matter which kind of connection I may try to form, I'll eventually tear it apart or let it die. Anyone that gets with me will only get tired of my bullshit and leave. I'm constantly negative and self deprecating, I have zero self esteem, I'm lazy, unhealthy, unclean. There's no good reason to even come close to me. As such, I'll just continue to isolate myself for everyone's sake.

The worst part is that I did this all to myself. This is my doing, my fault, I'm the problem. Am I going to change that? Of course not, this is easier, ironically comfortable, and better for everyone. I don't want help, therapy and meds aren't doing anything. The only reason I'm not dead is because I'm a fucking coward. I should've pulled the fucking trigger when I had the chance.