Depression is setting in. Suicide is quickly becoming an option.
I feel so alone right now. This is not the way I had planned to spend my 19th birthday. I want to lay in the arms of the man I love. I want him to tell me he loves me. I want to hear him say it. I want him to brush the hair out of my eyes and kiss my forehead ever so softly. I want him to want me.
I don’t feel like myself. I feel like I’m just watching myself go through the motions of living. I need someone to talk to…a very specific someone.