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today was definitely one of those days. i would have loved nothing more than to crawl in a hole.... or a pocket. to make it worse, it occured to me that i have no pocket to crawl in any more. i have no place to which i can retreat when i hate the world. there's not very many people that will open their arms to me and listen to my whining. i have very few real friends. the ones that i have are leaving me shortly... and even those aren't around me as much as i'd like them to be. it saddens me. i need human companionship. i need someone to talk to, to lean on, to support, to love, to enjoy, to play with. i want that. does this make me weak? or just...normal? i think this is what freaks people out about me. they don't understand it. it's not complicated. i suppose i just tend to be a bit more affectionate. so i'm just weird, what's new?
why don't people just say what they mean?
why don't people just say what they mean?