I think I'm lithromantic or something. I mean, it fits like a glove as much as I've run from it. Just makes sense. It's not that I feel wrong or broken, but I want to want a relationship. It's not like I haven't had relationships, so I'm not missing out, I know what the experience is. But it feels kinda like a fucked up punchline or something. And it's made stranger by the idea that I don't mind sex. Hell, I practically crave it like a dehydrated man in a desert craves water. Sometimes. Kind of like a heat. Which is...also really fucking weird to me. Periods of not caring followed it being at the front of my mind constantly. All those romantic actions...never seemed romantic to me. I've viewed them as platonic for a long time. Just getting closer, another act of trust and bonding. And I like the idea of multiple 'partners'. A nice little pack. Being nestled in a pile of people. Mm comfy Maybe it's strange to some extent. But if I deserve happiness then so be it. I want this