guy who is just so fucking lonely sometimes. like he's got a loving family, a bunch of online friends, and a decent amount of irl friends too, and he interacts with a ton of people in his day-to-day life and that's fine and all, he's generally happy, but sometimes he just wants the sort of emotional intimacy that only romance can provide and he's acutely aware that as he gets older all of his prospects of finding love are slipping away, not that there were ever many in the first place. he's not really confident enough to go out there and start trying to date and he thinks modern dating culture is garbage but there's really no other way to meet people except through work and he's between jobs right now, and what even are the chances he'll meet someone who is ok dating a guy who can't drive, lives with his parents, and spends the bulk of his time playing pokemon and shitposting in his late twenties. so he just goes through his life, he has fun, enjoys himself, jokes around and generally just has a great time, and he tells himself he's fine without romance, and that he's ok with not being wanted because it doesn't even make sense to want someone like him, and most of the time he's satisfied with that. he doesn't feel any anger or resentment or envy, and he's grateful that at least he's not one of those assholes who thinks they're owed a relationship. but every so often he just ends up staring at the ceiling at night thinking of how crushingly empty his life feels, like there's a person-shaped hole in it that he's acutely aware gets less and less likely to be filled every day. he knows that on some level it's self-inflicted because this feeling is so rare and so fleeting in his mind that he subconsciously must think it's easier to deal with than rejection or heartbreak, but it's happening more often now that he's at the age where his friends are getting married and he still can't muster up the willpower to do anything about it. at this point it doesn't even make him sad, there's just a dull hollow ache where sadness used to be, and he doesn't know whether that's despair or acceptance, or whether there's even a difference
this is not at all a desperate and vain cry for help by the way, this is just a guy i thought of :) :) :) definitely no relation with how i'm doing as a person :) :) :) :) :)