Oh, love. Where are you?
I wonder if I'll ever find the right woman for me. I know... you could say I'm too young to know what I want. To that, I will say: I feel way differently about women than I do about men.
I don't get the same butterflies. I don't get the same rush of adrenaline.
I don't get out much, so there's one problem to why I haven't found someone yet.
And, of course, I have my insecurities. I'm too overweight. My face is covered in pimples and grossness. My hair is crazy.
I have allergies that require me always needing tissues nearby. (I know, that last one is weird.)
My anxiety. My mental illness.
I mean, who wants to deal with that?
It would be nice to find love someday.
But, for now, I'll just chill and write my Poetry and stories.