It is really hard to fake interest in romantically themed writing after experiencing romance firsthand multiple times, since I was a child I fantasized about love and all that came with it, but it seems every aspect of it failed to live up to my expectations. Most anticipations of experience for me have always been far beyond the experiences that were anticipated. Sex is disappointing, intimacy is disappointing, hanging out, everything is disappointing, no matter how deeply I care for the individual. Everything I’ve written on this account makes me deeply cringe, both out of forced reflection on my naivety, and simply how bad of a writer I had presented myself to be. It is likely I will never really continue anything on here, everything I have ever written was under a completely different state of mind. I apologize for leading anyone on through false promises, even though I am sure anyone who was reading this stuff as it came out isn’t really thinking of it anymore. I was an ugly, insecure, weird person. There is so much I can say, but there’s no reason to. Thank you to those who were once my acquaintances through this strange, strange app.
