violencejack

I made brownies of doom. Now I must inflict their toxically high sugar levels on other people. Bought the last part of the Matrix, may try and watch it all before I lay me down to rest.

Need.
They tell me no one needs to be loved, that we should be strong enough and happy enough by ourselves.
I think it's a lie. In the end, we can't survive alone forever. We aren't meant to. Together we are more than the sum of our parts.
I see that need for love written in the voices of my friends, both real and here in cyberspace. I know what it is like to be so lonely that you doubt yourself, that you think you may go mad from the pain of it. The need is real. The pain is real.
Here we are, a sea of humanity, alone and hurting even while standing right next to each other.
Sometimes I think that is the one thing I am good for. I'm a whore, I love everyone a little. I'm willing to ease that pain for a moment.
I wish I had the means to travel around and give everyone in need a hug or a shag or whatever it took to remind them that they are not alone. I know that pain, and no one should have to suffer it.