Sitting in the dark in the balcony no one goes to, crying because I miss my boyfriend and can't hug him tonight at 12 am for his birthday.
When the hell did things get so claustrophobic and sickening and terrible? I haven't felt this way since school. The lack of reassurance and hugs is too disheartening. I need a lay-in-bed-and-sniff day.
Who wants to cuddle?