Another birthday, another 365 days of feeling invisible as a woman. I have nobody but my family, and I am so grateful for them, but part of me still selfishly wishes I could experience being loved romantically or even as a friend. Why can’t I be like everyone else? I never had the privilege of being young and in love, and each year I feel it slipping further and further away from my grasp. Past experiences have left me too afraid to even attempt to find someone. I know I am hard to get to now and even harder to love. But I just wish someone cared enough to try.
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