What's her name, /r9k/?
The one that loved you for who you are? The one that supported and believed in you?
The one that could have made you legit happy, until you and only you decided to fuck it up like you fuck up every other good thing that happens to you?
who /can't bring himself to say it/ here
i feel like that would somehow give her more control
They keep walking out on me. All I ever do is be there for them and be the best. Women are fucking dumb. I fucking wish I was gay.
What does it say about me that i'm 24 and i don't have anyone that even fits the first half the description, let alone the whole thing.
I am a heroin addict and she finally got tired of my use, after giving me so many chances. I've never been with any other girl, before or after our relationship. I doubt I ever will. I'm intimidated yet disgusted by them now.
my problem is that i have no problem talking with girls or even somewhat escalating with them as im pretty average looking and not a manlet, its just that i autistically freeze up and get all beta when talking stops and physical contact begins. The worst memory I have of this was an oneitis i had for over a year that 2 of my friends also daydreamed about. I somehow got invited to a party, she was there and we all got pretty drunk. She sat on my lap and held her arms around my head for about 20 minutes and i did absolutely nothing, i only asked her if she felt comfy sitting on me like this. She left after that and never talked to me again. It was the worst one, but i had like 10 encounters like this and i honestly gave up on myself at this point and im not leaving my house for anything other than work for almost 3 years now.
also worth a mention that every single day i think how much better my life would be if i werent so fucking autistic and took my chances, most of the fellow robots here didnt choose to be like this. I feel like a failed normie and i will die a kv only because i put every chance universe gives me right up my ass. this seems like a blog thread so im not apologizing for my blog
It was Victoria. Somewhere along the line, I stopped being enough for her. I kept saying she would forget about me eventually and she would always insist otherwise. She told me she loved me. Well, she's gone now.