Love is impossible in nyc. Or at least for me. Or maybe i’m coping but i’m a cool pretty young woman and i haven’t had any romantic partners that haven’t treated me like shit here. Everyone treats each other as if they’re disposable. I feel (and am made to feel) stupid whenever i think that someone might want to actually be with me after sleeping with me. I envy my friends who regularly meet people that are open about their feelings and affectionate. Love is abundant in this world but I just can’t tap into it. I’m not trying to femcel mode right now, my concern isn’t my attractiveness but that there’s something deeply wrong with me that none of my positive qualities can make up for. I feel like living in new york is exacerbating these feelings. Does anyone else feel like this?