I made this post: 24[M4F] Europe - Average looking guy, a little clingy, social anxiety, a real ghost free connection 





I’m going to be upfront with you; I’m not the guy with the eye-catching profile picture or the one with the life everyone envies. I’m more like the lyrics from a melancholic song—real, raw, and a little worn through the edges. I’m skinny, a bit insecure, and if mental stability was a picture, I’d probably be outside the frame.

I have mental struggles, which includes some darkness that bear witness to battles with myself. I’m no prince charming; in fact, some days I struggle to find my own reflection in the mirror charming. But maybe beauty and connection lie in these honest confessions.

Despite the gloom, maybe my personality has some light to offer. There’s care in my chest that doesn’t know how to quit, and I have a hope that hasn’t been extinguished—hope that someone out there is willing to see the good in the imperfect.

My interests are my refuge: writing, where my thoughts find a home; gaming, where I can be more than my limitations; movies, especially those that question our existence and tease our fears; and music, with melodies that are vibrant on the surface yet tug at the deeper, shaded parts of my soul.

I’m seeking someone who’s not afraid to acknowledge their own shadows, someone who understands that sometimes, life is more a storm than a clear sky, and that’s okay. Together, we might uncover something real, maybe even beautiful in its sincerity.

If you want to talk, to really talk, I’m here. Our appearances, our locations—they’re just details. It’s the depth of our dialogue that I’m after.    (a woman has replied to it) I, too, am not a picture-perfect. I also see the sad and grotesque and ugly and choose to hope, day after day, and to cling to the good that i see in people in fleeting moments. I don’t enjoy my own reflection the majority of the time and I am deathly afraid of finding someone I cannot live without only to have them leave. Like you, i find solace in writing. I put my raw emotion to paper and create something from it with words. Like you, i am not the luckiest in love. It’s always the wrong place, wrong time, wrong person, wrong reasons and wrong everything. I do believe in romance, and love; but as a hypothetical thing; I read books and novels and imagine myself in the pages instead of whoever the perfectly crafted female lead is. I have had my fair share of storms and hurricanes in my life and I have survived them, and now i celebrate the rain and the thunder and the lightning too, because i am simply alive and that is so raw and beautiful; i myself am raw, and maybe beautiful to the right eyes. i believe in the beauty of the human spirit and the joy and the laughter of all untethered souls. i spend my days reminding myself to smile at the children i work with and trying to forget the things that darken our horizons. i hope to find someone to relish the rain with, to hold the hand of when the hail starts and to sit in a cramped cupboard with to wait out the worst of the tornadoes. is there any chance, you think, of you being that someone? (compose a response matching their tone, energy and relating to sentiments deeply in similar kind of language and embrace)