“Dear Whoever, So I am supposed to write to you about my "innermost thoughts." Honestly, they're…”

Dear Whoever, So I am supposed to write to you about my "innermost thoughts." Honestly, they're pretty dark these days. I am flat broke, I am lonely, I both crave intimacy and reject it all the same. I want to get married and have children and both feel so far out of my grasp. I am not going to do the big thing I told everyone I was doing. My parents will die soon. I am getting old and nothing is the way I imagined it would be. Still, I hang in and try to remain hopeful. Best, Someone