Never in my life have I felt the way I do right now. Is my smile empty because I don't feel unconditionally loved? Am I to be pitied because talking to my girlfriend makes me happier than talking to my mother? Must I hate myself for something I have no control over?
I suddenly feel so alone.
I don't know what to do, and it doesn't help that I feel like I'm dying right now. Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope you know love in the myriad of ways that I cannot; I am blind to all but one.
edit: I love you, Cherie, and nothing, not even this, is going to change that.
