Disclaimer: the sentiment in this post was just a snapshot of how I felt at the time. I have since been informed that my words are quite hurtful and I now regret this post. Rather than delete it, I have expanded on it below in an attempt to be more nuanced in my expression. The first semester ended on kind of a sad note. The group projects were supposed to be the climax, a first chance to meet people and form bonds with those you will work with in later years and maybe even in the real world. But for

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Sometimes I feel like no one understands me. Like I’m alone in this world, no purpose, no meaning, completely disconnected. Everything I do matters only to myself. But sometimes someone comes along that makes me feel alive. Someone who makes me do crazy things and reminds me that I am not on my own. They arrive in the form of a friend or a lover, and sometimes those lines blur. It’s beautiful. But then it ends. I guess I’ll just be waiting for someone to come along.

I’m an addict and affection is my drug. It’s the only thing that seems to keep the loneliness at bay, at least for a while. My craving makes me do weird things, and when I get it, my next impulse is to figure out how to get more. Take care of me. Love me. Give me warmth. Give. Give. But what do I give?