I don't think my life is miserable by any means, I just wonder if I'm missing any key aspect of existence by refusing to engage in romantic relationships, as the "love" someone could feel for me will always be vapid and have an ending.
I wonder if being unaccepting of endings makes me childish. But I wouldn't have this problem if I was just, a bit prettier. A bit smarter. A bit more charming

There was a poster on the last thread who told me I reminded him of someone he loves. It made me think about how people only like me before they get to know me. Before the idea they have of me materializes into ugly flesh. Is that not unfair?