When does it get better? When does it get easier? Does it?
I am so exhausted. I just wish to find my person or people. But I think I'm just going to be alone. And that's the sad reality of my life. My mental health sucks and I'm in America, which is even worse.
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I am 31 and I have yet to find that person. I convinced myself that I found the one, got married, and realized that he was just "another one" I then thought, maybe, just maybe, the next was going to be better. I was wrong. What is the point in life if you can't spend it with someone (or multiple) 3/

My formative years should have given me that inkling. I've been cheated on, lied to, used, assaulted, and I still try to be a lover. I don't want to be alone for whatever time I have left on this rock, but I feel I am just too much. Or not enough. It's said that everyone has someone. 2/