A wrestling match.
A stalemate.
What is it to desire love but not accept it?
Love is..
a sacrifice
patient
kind
not boastful
Honorable character, yes love is, but why so difficult to accept?
I cannot love and yet I am loved.
I do not accept, but I am accepted.
I desire love, but will not find.
This reality has become my nightmare.
A struggle within a struggle.
The root connected to the symptom.
Sick of the bullshit misunderstandings of ignorant fools, I wait and wither away.
Not one day goes by that I do not feel depressed or despair.
My body is weak and frail. It will only fail. It will only die.
Please help me.
