...I just want to be loved

My nose itches. Oh, I think I'll scratch it. *rubs nose* Now my nose feels like it's running. Wait... What the fu... NO! Not now!!

The blood started running, and all because my nose itched and I scratched it. Panic stirs inside as I try all the doors leading inside that are nearest to me. I look around searching for an open door; somebody waves and notices the red now spreading down my hands. Thank God for truely kind people, kind enough to offer their shirt as a way to stem the flow. That kid's my hero, for serious. Thank God for Jessy too. And I'm sorry that it like, ruined your night for like, watching me stuff things up my nose to stop the bleeding... cuz I know it's gross. I know it, and I thank you. I luff you, I really do! *huggie* And like, even though it seemed like all you did was stand there and rub my back, just the emotional support was awesome. And I love you for it.

...But sometimes (and I know this is like, completely off subject)... sometimes friends just aren't enough. Sometimes I feel unloved when I'm around them, or just not loved enough. ...Sometimes I just want to hug someone and get hugged back, and not let go until my day improves from being enveloped in their arms. I want an understanding shoulder to cry on, a buddy to laugh at inside jokes with, a hottie to snuggle in and watch a movie with; someone who will make me smile and say, "Awww, for presh!" whenever I see them or think about them; someone who will be ecstacticly happy when I'm with them, who'll hold me when I want to be held, and who'll not ask, "What's wrong, " but just say "Oh, hun, I love you," when I'm sad and let me cry my problems and my secrets away in their arms- someone who'll love me for me,

and understand that this is who I am,
...and that all I want is to love, and be loved in return...