I'm horribly depressed. I cut my arm up with a broken shot glass at the bar. I'm so pathetic, I get so torn. erin doesn't seem to care about me. i can't take it, I wanna die. why cant I get someone to love me, it would make me so happy to have someone ask me about my day2day, to sleep with me, to scratch my back as I lay on the carpet, to rub the buzzed hair on the back of my head as I bury my face into her chest. iI'm tired of being neglected, I just want some affection. <sigh> I'll bitch tomorrow in therapy, good night
