Lovesick.

I’m really not one for self-diagnosis.

Anyone who self-diagnoses mental illness almost instantly loses any kind of respect I have for them. (some exceptions include: self-diagnosing and then going to see a doctor to confirm your doubts of mental health, as opposed to changing your instagram bio to ‘self-diagnosed depressed, anxiety, and PTSD :(((‘)

With that said, I myself may or may not have a self-diagnosis of my own.

I am under the belief that I am “lovesick”

“But Will!” I hear you question, “Doesn’t that make you a glaring hypocrite?!”

Well,

Short answer: yeah, probably.

Long answer: i mean, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh probablyyyyyyyyy?

I think I get an exception purely due to the fact I haven’t stamped ‘lovesick’ all over my face so that I can get peoples’ pity.

Although, I am “stamping” my self-diagnosis of lovesick on the internet, so…

Shit.

Yeah.

I’m a hypocrite.

 

Moving on!

I don’t think I’m a lovesick for a certain person (I might be. Whatever.) but instead, I am lovesick for a certain feeling.

Lovesick is defined as “in love, or missing the person one loves, so much that one is unable to act normally.”

I think that I’m lovesick with the thought of being loved.

To confirm, I am so in love with the thought of being loved that it makes me unable to act normally. It’s kinda hard to grasp, I know, but it’s the truth.

All I long for is a head on my shoulder. A hand to squeeze mine. Just someone who fucking understands.

God, I’m always so fucking lonely.

 

 

For full clarification, it’s not like I dwell in basements, breathing heavily over the thought of loving someone. I just find myself looking at couples sparing their love for each other and my heart aches at the thought of having that for myself. It’s not jealousy or envy. It’s just…

Lovesickness, I suppose.

 

 

 

(In case you haven’t noticed, I am genuinely working my ass off to make this sound as least creepy as possible. I want to come off as a hopeless romantic, not a creep.)