renegadefuzz

There comes a point where it's too much to bear. At least for me there is... just the simple desperation I have to find someone who will talk to me, and hold me at the same time, and have it just feel right. To have someone not care if I didn't do my hair that day, and if I only wanted to wear pajamas. To have someone who doesn't just think it's convenient to have me around because I've got a "nice rack." Someone who will call me back, or perhaps even call me from time to time. Someone who can be there for me. Someone who'd be willing to listen to me babble on drunk without trying to take advantage of me, and to be able to make it through when my mood swing takes a turn for the worst, and just hold me while I scream, cry, and fall apart in their arms.

is that too much to ask?