I've Tried Explaining This But It's Hard To Explain. I'm Living In My Epilogue. My Friends Think I'm

Dating shouldn't be nearly as hard as it is. I've never had what anyone would call luck in the love department.

So I was a little taken back when a friend of a friend decided to contact me. We ended up talking a lot. Like a lot a lot. Hung out a couple times. Quite a few virtual dates. (2020 is a confusing time)

Going from talking everyday and having a date talking about what we want in a nesting partner to nothing is jarring. I know her dog was in bad health and she's going through her own battles. Sometimes no answer is an answer. We talked for a bit a few days ago but I'm getting the impression that I've been put on the back burner.

I hate that I'm never enough. I'm never good enough. I'm never worth it. I'm happy that I helped be an ice breaker for her to open up. You're welcome next person.

If someone were you give me a hug. I feel like I'm already a ghost. Live or dead wouldn't really change anything.

So there's this girl. I really like and care for her. We've been talking every day for months. Gone on a few dates. We have tons of chemistry. For context, I'm in my thirties I haven't had chemistry like this much in my life.

Three weeks ago we had talked about what we want our relationship to look like, boundaries, wants, life styles, we got into the weeds of things like what chores we prefer and hate.

We haven't really talked since. Last night she came out of hiding. We caught up a bit. She went over how she felt bad that we haven't talked because she has her own mental health stuff she wanted to recoup from. I brought up it was three weeks and she felt awful. She said that she thought it was only one. We caught up a bit and topic by topic went through things. I brought up the relationship stuff. She said we can go over that tomorrow (that being tonight) on our video chat date.

Yep, I'm getting broken up with someone over video conference. I give it a 5% chance that it goes positive. But yeah, after being ghosted for that long signs all point to one direction.

For history sake I want to bring up that this is the standard. Me and a girl like each other, talk a lot, I help them through things and they leave. It's been awhile though. Two or three years since the last one and that was a doozy. I'm always a day late and a dollar short. I'm not worth trying just a little bit for if even considered at all.

Russian Doll (2019 - Present)

I just... Hate myself so much. It bleeds onto the things around me. Today was hard. Much harder than it needed to be. I'm not meant to be loved. The attention and affection i do get is not only alien, but feels like the universe teasing me. I know it won't go anywhere beside that fleeting moment. But fuck me. I want to die. Kill me. I'm never going to figure this out. I'm never going to be given a chance. I'm not built for me. What a sentence that is. Just let me die.

I stood up and defended a friend from a weird situation on the street the other day. The group was amazed. The trick is hoping to lose. The trick is wanting the end..

I'm in my epilogue and the universe won't let me even think of trying anything else. No new stories. No new connections. No nothing.