The problem with my kind of loneliness is that other people don't seem to cure it.
"I wanted so badly to lie down next to him on the couch, to wrap my arms around him and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phase. But I lacked the courage and he had a girlfriend and I was gawky and he was handsome and I was hopelessly boring and he was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and he was hurricane."
When I look in the mirror, I know Im looking at someone who isnt sure she deserves to be loved at all.
Jord