"I'm living for my dying wish."
I'm still not sleeping. I'm still not socializing. I'm not getting any better. I refuse to take the sleeping pills. They want to put me on an anti-depressent. I just want a fucking hug. I want someone to cuddle with again. I'm sick of watching everyone else be happy. Take it as bitter, because that's what it is. I'm fucking bitter. I give up.