I don’t have what it takes

I don’t have what it takes to be in love. I don’t even know how to deal with this feeling, let alone deal with the pain that comes with it. Maybe I’ll learn someday. Or maybe I was meant to be forever by myself, having fun here and there but coming home as lonely as usual in the end of the day. The second option seems more real to me. And no matter how hard people try to convince me that I’m too young to think like that, I believe I don’t have another option. I know, I know, it’s a shame. But it’s true. And there’s nothing I can do about it.

P.S.: Well... I'm a little down in the dumps...