I’m sick of people telling me to wait for the millennium.

...it’ll be better then. Not.

I’m so done. I’m done trying. I’m done hoping. I don’t want to do anything anymore. I am never going to find what I’m looking for. It doesn’t exist.

I just want to go home. I want to sleep all day and just be done.

Why can’t I find someone who feels right? Why can’t I feel love? Why do I cling to the tiniest particle of hope that it’s not too late. Clearly it is too late for me. I’m too old for love and marriage and family.

Why can’t I be done? I give up.