Guess I'm dying a 26 year old virgin.

And don't you dare fucking tell me that sex and relationships don't matter. Of course they fucking do. It's literally hard wired into our brains. If it didn't matter then it wouldn't be in literally every single fucking thing in this world. I can't play a video game, watch a movie, listen to music, read a book, go for a walk, browse reddit, watch youtube, or literally do anything without it being shown in some way shape or form. I WANT A RELATIONSHIP! I can't just will it away. I can't fucking cope with the fact that I've already missed out on YEARS of love and sex. I'll never know what a kiss feels like, what it's like to sleep with someone in my arms, or watch a movie intertwined with another. I don't even know what a hug feels like anymore. So I give up. I refuse to live another fucking day alone. And don't tell me that it will change. It fucking won't. At this age, it just becomes a red flag. Besides, I have nothing going for me.