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Feb 2015
Perhaps it is me.
I am very boring, after all.
Or maybe it's them.
I just want someone to talk to.
Someone who doesn't think it's a burden to talk to me.
Someone who will smile when they open my messages, who will talk to me for hours and hours and not get bored, someone who will listen attentively and get every word I'm saying.
I just want someone to talk to.
But, lately, it seems like that person could never exist.
Am I unlovable?
Am I not good enough?
Am I not what someone wants?
Perhaps it's because I always find people who are just as ****** up as I am.
I just want someone to talk to.
Could that someone be you?
Written by
Julia Slayer Boone  In a horrible place.
(In a horrible place.)   
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