I’m down. My dog is dead. The men I find most attractive have turned out to be Toxic Bachelors and/or are about to be hooked up with someone else by said Toxic Bachelors. The rain has not stopped.
I woke up at 4 in the morning and sobbed. I poured my heart out to Jesus and begged him to help me get used to being alone. If I’m meant to be alone, why do I always feel so damn lonely? Why do I wish for a man to come into my life?
I am caught between hope and despair.
Again.