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Ever have these days?

Where everything you've done amounts to nothing?
Where all the people you think care become people you weigh down?

I'm having one of those days? The long ones, that you think end when something finishes, but only takes a few words to continue the nightmare...

At some point in our lives, we become the friend that's there for everyone, but no one is there for us. We become a burden to everything and everyone. A heavy hinderance.

Some of us may take the road of exit. Releasing our souls from our physical entrapment. Others of us could never live with the guilt or shame of being bold enough to do so.

At this present moment, I beg for what I have always wanted...

Unconditional love. An unconditional home. A place I don't have to prove that I am good enough, or that I am nice enough, or that I work hard enough.

I would just simply like to exist, somewhere in a lush field, looking up at a blue sky, feeling at peace.

That's how my soul would be free.

I really wish that would happen...

Anywho, I'm just here. A still trapped soul. Waiting for for someone who cares indefinitely.
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twistedrope · 26-30, M
I've had unconditional love a few times. I've screwed them all up too btw. Now it's an unconditional haunting.
Avengiline · 22-25, F
@twistedrope I’ve been promised unconditional love or been told that it’s given to me and seen the opposite. My current partner at least is honest and says he is incapable of it, which I think most people are, but I happen to be incapable of giving anything less than unconditional love
twistedrope · 26-30, M
@Avengiline My example of myself, I was a very bad person who trusted nothing. It took many many years and efforts for my good judgement to eventually overcome my traumatic history. I can unconditionally love now and feel much sadness and loss for those who gave me the chance. It was too late. It has always been too late.

But the dregs of love cling on forever.

Some folks like me, who meet folks like you, come to great sadness at our loss once folks like me learn to grow up. You are doing the right thing, I think.