She will be loved

Friday, Oct. 18, 2002

I feel like shit.

Totally melancholy.

I want to cry.

I want to lay on my bed in a ball.

I want a hug.

I don't want to talk to anyone.

I am unable to communicate.

I don't want to see anyone.

I want a friend.

I want love.

I just want to be left alone.

I hate myself.

I hate everyone.

Why doesn't anyone love me?

Watching/Hearing/Listening to: My neighbor talking on the phone in Yugoslavian (I think)
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