| For the World is Hollow |
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My worst fears are coming true, and the worst part is that I've been acting specifically to fulfill them. Fear 1: I will live life lonely and die lonely. Fear 2: I will go through life never knowing love. All of the decisions I made recently were designed to avoid those fears, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that all of my decisions are causing me to head straight towards them.
I fear the things above simply because I've never known life differently. I've always been lonely and I have never known love, but I was sustained by the fact that loneliness will go away (with the help of friends) and I will someday be loved. Things will change... or so I thought. Now I'm not so sure. I'm basically friendless--I suspect family only likes me out of obligation (and they don't know a couple of my secrets that'll cause them to change). I've been on this planet nearly 26 years and I have never been a relationship, while my peers seem to stumble over their friends and successive significant others. Me? The people I like (as friends, mostly) don't stick around very long. Most people I like stop talking to me after a couple of months. A strange few I know for a half-year before they'll have nothing to do with me. I am defective and ought to have learned by now that my fears are accepted as fact by people like me.
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