Dying sounds fun right about now. But yet again that's me everyday, I might just jump off the balcony but I want to make it Til I'm old with someone. Or maybe just smoke "one last time" like I said last night just to feel the burning sensation over and over again; so it's like dying but it's killing me slowly. Or some coffee to mellow the drama but yet again what's the thrill of that. I need one of those hugs where I can bury my head in someone's chest and stay like that for several minutes, yet I have no one that loves me truly. I guess I'm just sick of being alone so I let anybody do anything to me just to feel loved.