One of the rare days I'm not feeling any kind of resentment or anger towards you or myself. There's just an almost aching kind of sadness because of the stupid longing for comfort and a kind of intimacy from you that I can't have.
I'm not even angry at myself for it right now. Just sad. I wish I didn't want it because it hurts.
I'd rather be telling myself what a weak and pathetic piece of **** I am for wanting it.