The thing with being alone, the most struggling, is not knowing where you will end up. You feel your clock ticking, every seconds counts and everyone you meet you pass through a screening. I’m nineteen years old, yet I’m very uncertain about my love life. It’s not that I’m afraid to end up alone because nobody loves me.. No, I wish it was that. It’s that I’m afraid that I’ll end up alone because nobody will ever sweep me off my feet.
And It’s like, every time somebody comes close, I push them away. Before I even realize it and there’s nothing I can do about it. I didn’t lose my trust in men or anything. No I have the sweetest friends picked right out a chickflick, yet nothing satisfies me. I’m I too picky or should I just wait?
Prince Charming where are you?!