They say love is a wonderful thing, and amazing thing. Like nature it can be beautiful and bring life, but can also be dangerous and bring death. Some already found the one for them, some are still looking for love many years later. I had a therapy session today with my therapist over my mom’s phone. I didn’t want to talk to them about anything even though they’re professionals and supposed to “help” me. I just want to talk to a close friend because I feel more comfortable talking to a close friend than my family. I just feel lonely all the time, I basically don’t have any friends anymore since they either moved away or we just drifted away from each other. Same thing with my love life, I guess. I just want a guy who would support me when times are tough, cheer me up when I’m down, hold me when I’m scared, help me when I’m struggling with something, patient when I’m trying to say something right, cuddle with me when I’m tired and don’t feel good, and accepts me for who I am.... but I’m only 14, and who knows how much time I have left. No one wants a chubby, mentally unstable, depressed suicidal girl as their girlfriend, I already learned that, twice. First crush, liked him A LOT then I overheard him say to my friend I should go kill myself. Almost did. Second crush, became my first boyfriend in October 2019. I really loved him and felt like he was the right one for me, broke up with me a few weeks after Valentine’s Day in 2020. I guess I’m talking to you guys but it doesn’t feel like it