To be real, I think I am just unloveable and that’s okay. Like it really is.

I repel everyone eventually. I’m very rebellious and outspoken, yet quiet when people want to talk about mundane life things. I need fire and passion, deep intelligent conversations, and everyone just goes to work and complains about how boring it is to be normal. But when I’m silly and spunky, my energy hits their wall of disassociation and never budges them. So I concede that I am happy on my own. I find a bit of excitement when I need it and live an unordinary life full of adventure. That will have to fill up my soul. I don’t know what to do with my sweet heart, but to tuck it away safely. Maybe next life I will know what it feels like to be cherished 🖤

This page is a permanent link to the reply below and its nested replies. See all post replies »

Viper · M

To be real, I think I am just unloveable

I repel everyone eventually.

I don’t know what to do with my sweet heart, but to tuck it away safely.

I feel the exact same with myself, though it depresses me.

RebelFox · 36-40, F

@Viper It is definitely deeply depressing, but that sadness sits next to the deep joy of possibilities of what beauty we can create on our own.

Saddest part is, those of us sensitives that want similar of life, never connect either. I meet people sometimes that I know I could get along with long term, but they have some other idea in their head of what love’s supposed to look and feel like. I never have a chance. So 🤷🏼‍♀️