You know when you're alone, for a long time, and every now and then it hits you? And you get really depressed about it and know you're going to keep being alone forever and just want to die? Yeah, that's me right now.
I had a dream last night about sex. But not just sex, LOVE. I was in love, and I knew he loved me and that's why we were having sex. And I woke up in my own bed, alone. And I wanted to die. I'm so sick of being alone. I'm so FUCKING lonely. I wish I wasn't. I wish I didn't need love. But I fucking do. And until I find it again, I don't think I'll really be happy.
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