Just another something no one will read.
I do believe in love. It has been the one thing I have believed in my entire life. Also, it has been something for which I’ve longed and desired. It is, of all things, the one thing I have never experienced. I want to believe that there is hope for me. I don’t know which driving force in my life there is to blame; my parents, society, the internet, or even myself, but my cynicism is starting to take over my life. I’m terrified of waking up, age 50, completely alone.
