The single regret I have seen old people state time and again in
hospitals, on death beds, on a Sunday afternoon when the Sun is setting slowly
but without hesitation (nor pity), is the universal regret about the children
they did not take care of like they should have.
As of now, I am 34 years old and have not had any adult relationships. I have never even had so much as a freaking kiss. How do I come to terms with the sad reality that nobody will ever love me? As a result of social anxiety disorder, Asperger's, and ataxic cerebral palsy, I am suffering from these disorders.
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