Being gay and wanting love can be so damn exhausting. You keep meeting people, opening yourself up, learning somebody new, thinking maybe this time it’ll be different… just for it to become another situationship, another talking stage, another almost. After a while you don’t even feel heartbroken anymore. You’re just tired.
Also, as a queer person who’s *relatively* doing well for themselves, you need to be aware of hobosexuals. They pretend to fall in love with you or want a relationship because of the security/escape your house gives them. It’s not you they like; it’s your house.