u/anonymous292719

The whole week, I thought I was finally starting to come to terms with being single forever. I actually didn't feel like I wanted to die because I only had one relationship and that was because I got lucky. Last night I went out drinking with friends and got shit faced to the point I puked three seperate times. Went to sleep and woke up feeling cold and nothing but dread. Wanted nothing more than a woman I could hold while I rode through this shit. Now Im back to where I started. Back to wanting a relationship where I'm loved for me and not for what I can provide. I wish I could just turn off that part of my brain forever