Author: Lucas Westbrook
Date: April 20, 2025
Sometimes, I just can’t shake off this feeling of loneliness. It’s like it’s been sitting on my chest for so long, I almost forgot what it felt like not to have it there. I try to push through, you know? I make an effort to be close to my friends, to hang out with them, but it never really works out. I feel like I’m just on the outside looking in, and it’s exhausting.
I used to have this best friend. We were so close, I thought we’d always have each other. We had a bond that I thought was unbreakable. But slowly, things changed. She started to get closer to someone else, and over time, we drifted apart. We still talk from time to time, but it’s not the same anymore. I miss her, and it hurts, but I want the best for her. I don’t want to hold her back or make things awkward. It’s just hard to let go of something that meant so much to me.
I’ve tried talking to new people, too, trying to find a connection, but it feels like nothing ever sticks. I think I’m just getting tired of trying to fit in places where I don’t belong. If I had a romantic partner, I don’t think I’d mind being alone so much. But even that’s been a disaster. Dating has been so disappointing lately.
I met a guy who seemed promising. We clicked at first, had some good conversations, and I thought we might actually hit it off. But then, things started to fall apart when I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in rushing into anything physical. I’m someone who believes in waiting until marriage, and I told him that early on. He said he was fine with it—he even said he respected it—but then, just like that, he ghosted me. And not just any guy, but someone who I thought I could trust.
It hurt, honestly. I was so disappointed. And then, the self-doubt creeps in. Was I asking too much? Should I have just gone along with what he wanted? Maybe I’m too old-fashioned, maybe I’m too naïve, but it doesn’t change the fact that he said one thing and did another. And now, I’m left wondering if there’s something wrong with me. If I’m just not good enough.
It’s like, no matter how hard I try, nothing ever works out. I know I shouldn’t hate myself, but it’s hard not to when everything feels like it’s falling apart. I just want to find something real, something that lasts, but maybe I’m asking for too much. I don’t know anymore.
