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Current situations force him into compromise and placing his own hopes and desires on hold for the time being.
I can taste it. It is a strange sensation, but I can, at the bottom of my throat, possibly lower, in that spot where you feel the burn of acid reflux first. Sorrow. It tastes vaguely of dust and choking, but not like you took a big bite of it, but more like you just touched it with your tongue, or you ate it some time ago and the taste still lingers.
Current situations force him into compromise and placing his own hopes and desires on hold for the time being.
I hate the idea of being dependent on others because I don't trust most people. But I can't have children with a stone. And even if I could wrench a child from my forehead, I don't want to. Because I don't want to do this alone. If nothing else, the endless loneliness I would instill in my kin would be unforgiveable.
He is angry a the thought he will have to continually put off his own goals for the time being, leaving him feeling powerless to change things. He feels used, overwhelmed, and exhausted at the demands placed on him.
Believes his hopes and dreams are realistic, but needs reassurance from others. Has strict standards when looking for a partner and wants guarantees that he will not be disappointed or lose.
Longs for tenderness and for a feeling of acceptance from a partner.
Lack of energy leaves him unnoticed to pursue further activities or demands placed on him. He feels powerless which leaves him agitated and depressed.
I feel broken.
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