204. I just want to curl up with you and cry over what has happened today. I think about these situations happening right in front me every time I take the train to and from Boston.
203. I miss having someone to call my own. To do things with when no one else will. To kiss and to hold. To confide in them in every way possible. To be myself and still have them accept me and love me when I never thought anymore could. Not even my self.