I posted earlier about writing a girl I deeply cared about. She took to someone else and stopped responding to my emails. That was a year ago, then last week I saw her on the trails, but couldn't stop to chat,so I chose to write her, hoping to reestabish contact, andmybe this tme win her heart.
She replied, and I learned she is engaged. Probably to the tool she passed me over for. I'm trying to be happy for her, but I do despair, because her hapiness does not include me.
That is the narrative of my life. I try so hard, and it is never me. There is no one wh wants me. I get sick now when I see a beautiful girl, because I know I have not a chance with her. Christ even regular girls don't want me.
What the living f**k is so wrong wth wanting someone o love, who will love me? Is that so misguided?