The Emptiness
"Do I really deserve to have love?"
Do I really deserve to have love?
Do I deserve to have more than harmless sexting and nudes?
I don't think so.
I find myself getting what I am allowed to have and trying to find contentment.
Being alone for so long, never glance has been given towards me, it only seems appropriate that I take what I can get.
Sexting and nudes.
How else would I be able to find someone to show me any kind of lust?
How could I not take what I can get?
It could be my only chance.
Chance for what though? A chance to have fake attention, fake lust, fake needs?
If this is what I can get, I don't see the problem, however there maybe a problem.
I want more, to feel love and emotion, not just lustful actions.
But if all I can have are sexts and nudes, I will take what I can get.
If being alone is my story then I will take my story.
Wanting more is not enough, the cards of love are not for everyone no matter how bad the need is.
Sure I am "still young," but most that I have met have more experiences then I have ever had.
Am I crazy? Too needy? I push away what I want, I think I am crazy.
Crazy for the things that I cannot have.
Am I the only who is experiencing this need and desire to have more, to have what they cannot have?
I cannot be the only one in this world who has this emotion.
Am I the only one?
About the Creator
R.A. Hudson
I am a university student. In spare time I write what I feel and what I want. I realize I have a lot of work to do with my writing, but hopefully, one-day my writing will be decent enough to actually have an audience.
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