I don't believe in true love, but I think I may have accidentally found the perfect man for me. He lives three hours away. I made the mistake of sending him a message on OkCupid and he was dumb enough to respond, and we've spent all month talking to each other for hours at a time. This week my a friend of mine invited me to stay with her for a week, and she happens to live in between us, so I invited him up to meet me. And he was everything I expected. We'd talked about it before, but when he got here we finally had the conversation I'd been dreading: three hours away is just too far. He doesn't think it could work, but I'm just not convinced. I've got no problem with traveling down to where he lives every week, but he just doesn't want to put me through that. He's the one that's called me and stayed up with me talking into the early morning hours. I never called him once. I know he feels the strong connection that we have, but he just won't listen to me. He thinks that he's supposed to live an unhappy life and I don't know what to do about it. I mean, I know I obviously need to move on if he's truly uninterested, but I know that he's not. I just wanna vomit, it hurts so much.
Life is so meaningless, and I don't mean that to sound suicidal, but I don't need some bullshit sugar pill about Jesus or the beauty of sunsets or whatever. Life is just truly f*cking pointless.
Life is so meaningless, and I don't mean that to sound suicidal, but I don't need some bullshit sugar pill about Jesus or the beauty of sunsets or whatever. Life is just truly f*cking pointless.