Haltickling
2nd Level Green Feather
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I confess: I'm hopelessly in love with a wonderful lady, although I know she'll never be mine! And why should she? Compared to her, I'm a terrible loser. She's everything what I used to be, but no longer am: Slim, good-looking, sporty, she has lots of friends and admirers, goes out with whomever she likes and when she likes; she has interesting hobbies and even makes her living with them. And worst of all: she's married.
Whereas I'm fat, lonely, divorced, have no real-life friends or real-life hobbies worth mentioning. In short: she has a life, whereas I have none.
And before you tell me to finally get a life myself: I can't. My health condition forbids me so many things I'd like to do. My loneliness prevents me from going out. Yep, right now I'm wallowing in self-pity, worse than ever.
I can't even confess my love to her, or I'll never get to see her again for sure. Although she promised to phone me either yesterday or today, she didn't. I'm on the verge of crying. Why in goddamn hell does love have to hurt so much?
Sorry to bother you, but I just had to get this off my soul somehow.
Whereas I'm fat, lonely, divorced, have no real-life friends or real-life hobbies worth mentioning. In short: she has a life, whereas I have none.
And before you tell me to finally get a life myself: I can't. My health condition forbids me so many things I'd like to do. My loneliness prevents me from going out. Yep, right now I'm wallowing in self-pity, worse than ever.
I can't even confess my love to her, or I'll never get to see her again for sure. Although she promised to phone me either yesterday or today, she didn't. I'm on the verge of crying. Why in goddamn hell does love have to hurt so much?

Sorry to bother you, but I just had to get this off my soul somehow.