I am a shadowy little mouse, a crawling cockroach. I've never been in a relationship my entire life — timid and insecure. My youth is nothing but one fantasy after another: every single day I imagine having someone who loves me, someone to walk the streets with, go shopping with, hang out with. But reality? I spent my parents' money on school, graduated and got a job, still searching for my dreams, still searching for direction. Every time I see people joking about their happy lives online, I want to cry. I'm envious of all the beautiful things in life, yet still trying to find my own way. Every time I see stuff like this it's another wound to my soul. Please, give us people who peek at the world from under our blankets a chance to survive. I really don't want to soak my pillowcase with tears in broad daylight anymore.