Sometimes I feel like I’ll always be alone, and that I’ll never find a boyfriend or anything. Sometimes I’m okay with that but sometimes I mind. Sometimes I look at pictures or gifs of happy couples or happy memories, and have the urge to cry, because I probably won’t ever get to experience what it feels like to have someone unconditionally love me for who I am (except maybe my parents). My mom doesn’t know that sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night.
