there comes a point when you're just lonely, i guess. i grow to feel worse and worse about myself when my beautiful, wonderful friends talk about a new guy who wants their heart or their lips or their company. i just want someone to want me.
there comes a point when you're just lonely, i guess. i grow to feel worse and worse about myself when my beautiful, wonderful friends talk about a new guy who wants their heart or their lips or their company. i just want someone to want me.