I must be in a self-destructive mood. Requesting ex-boyfriends that I totally tore up when I dumped them. Lonely, I guess even the likes of me get to missing people, no matter how introverted we are. I love for physical contact, more and more every day, and every day it gets more and more clear how hard it will be for me to find someone that can accept me for who I am. Really accept me.
It's depressing, so, here I sit. The loneliness grows. And grows and grows and grows. I just want a boy. Just one.
