God bless the no-commentary "let's play" videos on y*utube that you can put on and have playing in the background while doing other stuff so it feels like your big brother or geographically distant internet friend is there with you playing your mutual favorite video games while you try not to think about how lonely and pitiful you are

Do you ever wonder what you must have done to get yourself blocked by someone you've never interacted with at all, or who used to [favorably] interact with your posts fairly regularly? (or are you normal, etc. etc.)

sometimes I think maybe I would be less of a miserable loser/disaster/grumpus/misfit/pain in the ass if I could play miniature golf every day ⛳️😞

when literally all your mind can think about is the fact that you will in all likelihood never be kissed, snuggled, or held hands with for the rest of your life

My life is not a movie, novel, or fanfic. Captain Kirk is not real. And if he was real, he would never appear out of nowhere simply to hug me and hold me while I sob. He would never "sense" that I was lonely or in crisis, because humans are not mind-readers and because there's no possible way I would ever become important enough in his life for him to notice I was missing or "not myself" or at imminent risk of injury or worse.

How can I not even have the decency or energy to at least write a proper, timely response to a compassionate note of moral support from a friend? And when did these insipid, literally-every-damn-day thoughts like “I’m cold/lonely” and “I need a hug” gain the power to alter my physiological ability to function??

anybody else ever feel like you must be the only v¡rgin left in the world?