I went to bed early tonight after my busy weekend. My head hit the pillow, and I immediately started sobbing.
As I type I can feel the cool tears tickling me as they cling to my cheeks. And, less poetically, a lot of snot streaming from my nose.
The past 13 months have taught me to try and put logic behind the feeling. Identify it. Meet with it. Work through it.
So here it is: all I really want is to meet someone to go through life with. And before you all start telling me to take up hobbies and spend times with friends, yes yes, I have and I do. But it doesn’t change what I want. It can’t. It can put it in a broader, more interesting context. It can keep me busy and distracted. But it cannot change it.
I do deals with myself in my head. That I don’t mind if I don’t get to have kids if I can just meet someone. That I don’t care about a wedding. And he doesn’t have to look like Ryan Gosling if he’s smart and kind and can make me laugh.
I know how lucky I am in so many ways, but I would give it all up to have what I really want.
Cue uncontrollable tears.
That is called “meeting the feeling”.
Pizza of Doom 
Reblogged this on J4D3D W1LDC4T's Den Of Horrors and commented:
Reposting this sweet gal’s post because it just so happens to be *EXACTLY* how I feel… Everyone tells me the same things, but despite the progress I’ve made personally, nothing will ever change the one strongest desire of my heart and soul…