2021-08-25
I rarely go outside.
I feel lonely all the time.
I often dream of irrational things lately.
I wish a girl would stop me on the street and make friends with me.
I wish to be transported away to a mythical land and meet a sly elf.
I wish to be summoned down to Hell by a cheerful succubus.
I wish to be loved. People of my age start families. I have never even been loved romantically yet. I want to hug her, kiss her neck, be close.
But little to no one knows me, and I rarely ever go outside. The girl of my dream, I give us no chance.
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