I'm tired of being single.
I'm tired of waking up by myself. I roll over and realize that there's nobody on the other side to cuddle with. I sigh and wander into the kitchen.
I'm tired of making meals for one and eating by myself. I turn on the tv for some noise, but it's not the same as having a conversation. But still, it's better than nothing.
I cuddle my cat Morgan on the couch. I sigh, feeling grateful that I have someone furry on my lap, but it's not the same as having a boyfriend.
Several things happen to me during the day and I have nobody to talk about it with when I get home. I turn on the computer, but most of my friends had moved on with their own lives without me. I feel left behind.
I'm tired of being the 3rd wheel. I act like it doesn't bother me when I'm with people, but it's another reminder that I'm really alone.
I'm tired of going to social gatherings and feeling left out, even by my own family.
I'm tired of people saying that I'll meet someone soon. The possibility of having a second chance feels so far away that it feels like it simply won't happen.
I'm tired of seeing my friends getting married. When will it happen to me?
I'm tired of walking to the park, seeing a musical, a play or some other event on my own. It would be more fun with someone right beside me.
I'm tired of coming home to an empty apartment. The sadness, emptiness, and anxiety hits me quick and I have little or no control over these ill feelings. I'm prone to mental breakdowns.
I’m tired of eating dinner alone, on the floor, in front of the TV. My kitchen table gets no use. There’s no need for setting it when it’s just me eating there.
I’m tired of cooking for one. Which usually means I make too much and either throw the rest out or try to freeze it. But then I have no one to remind me that I have leftovers, so it just goes bad anyways.
I’m tired of unwinding by myself. My couch isn’t nearly as comfortable without someone to cuddle with.
I’m tired of going to bed alone. The bed is always exactly as I left it. My side untucked, the other side tucked. It’s clear that only one person has slept there. And only one person will sleep there again tonight.
I'm tired of battling depressing and suicidal thoughts almost daily.
I'm tired of being unable to share my life with someone.
I'm tired of being unable to help someone or share my ideas and advice with them and listen to theirs.
I'm tired of being unable to play board games and camping games with someone.
I’m tired of being single
God, when will you give me my perfect mate?