I could use a hug , with my lil disorder I feel like an outcast and I have no one to relate too, so far. I keepy my head up in hopes I'll find someone but I could use a hug cz its hard to keep your head up. 3:

I feel so alone all the time at home I try and pretend I'm but I'm really not I hate getting out of bed I just want to ball up and stay under the cover all day every day I hate life I don't see no reason of living

I need to sit and talk to someone and laugh with them

Today I broke up with my girlfriend. Our relationship had been very shaky, and originally I was supposed to move in with her in December. Two weeks ago she broke up with me, and we got back together about a week ago on my birthday. She surprised me with three gifts and had even gotten me a birthday cake. I cried when I saw the cake and how much she cares for me. I love her a lot. I still do... but I felt stuck. Since we had only recently gotten back together we didn't think it was a great idea to move in together in December, and she wouldn't give me a rough estimate to shoot for when to move in. So I couldn't work on applying to jobs down there. When I tried to apply for jobs up here because my job has been feeling increasingly draining she told me she was proud of me, but she seemed upset by this and felt like I was taking steps away from her. I love her very much, and I hate that I felt like we had to break things off. I just don't want to be holding her back, and I need to get more financially and emotionally stable so I can be a good partner for her if we can ever get back together. I really wish I could go back through time and make things better though. I don't like this at all.

Yes I would like a hug. I've been sickly today

I was 23. She was 20. I was working in this little shopping center near my apartment complex. A little liquor store. And this beautiful, breathtaking girl walks in. My buddy, who was stocking shelves behind me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at her, and whistled under his breath. She hadn't noticed, thankfully. But she came up to talk to me, while my friend gave us some room. Im blushing and stumbling over my words, mind you. And she says, "Excuse me, John?" If course my name isn't John, i forgot my tag to work that day and had to use one in the back. So i say, "Ah, sorry, ma'am, its benji, wrong tag." And im blushing furiously, and in my head im thinking, "Ma'am? MAAM? Shes not an old lady. Seriously? MAAM?" And she laughs and says, "My name is Carla. My 21st is tomorrow, i was wondering if i could have something to take home with me, so i could have my first drink at midnight," as she slips me her card, and sure enough, her birthday was tomorrow. And i asked, "why don't you go out and drink with your friends?" And then she explained how she didn't really have any friends because they thought she was weird. It was at that time my friend chimed in(which now that i think about it, its really creepy), "we can't sell you any right now, but, we're open 24/7 (we weren't, really) and, uh, you could come back at midnight and have a drink with Benji here, if you'd like." I think she knew i wasn't dangerous, because i was really nervous and blushing really furiously and kept looking down and smiling whenever she looked at me. And she says, "Yeah. Yeah, i'd like that. Ill bring wine glasses, yeah?" And she left, and my friend is looking at me and smirking and shaking his head. She came back that night at 11:55 after he had left, wearing a gorgeous, beautiful flower print dress, and her hair done in beautiful curls. When i first saw her i had to do a double take and almost dropped the expensive wine bottle i was holding and had to catch it really quickly. She laughed and said "nervous much?" And she came up to the counter and placed the wine glasses down and i pulled up a stool for her. She made small talk for the remaining 3 minutes while i rambled on nervously, and at 11:59 i filled the wine glasses and waited until the clock on the wall hit 12:00 and we tapped our glasses, i said, "cheers" and we took our first sip of wine. She sipped so elegantly, so peacefully, so down to earth. Then on the overhead radio that plays throughout the store, a song started to play. Stevie wonder. My cherie amour. She asked if i wanted to dance with her, as it was her favorite song. So i did. She laid her head on my shoulder and she smelled so good. I still have her shampoo in my bathroom. Compared to me, she was very short, but she was so content laying on my chest, and she closed her eyes as she started to sway with me. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was so amazing.

Shes gone now. She sacrificed her life pushing someone out of the way of a moving car 2 months ago. The guy died last week overdosing on heroin. Im heartbroken

I can play piano. I used to always play piano for her when she got off of work. She loved Sinatra. We would sing together, and she would always tease me about how bad i sounded. Of course she was always on point, she was perfect. But when she was in the hospital, i would always sing to her. Hoping she would wake up, laugh, and tease me again.

Hello I would like a hug!

May I have a hug please? I've been on a roller coaster with my emotions today.

Yes!!

hugs are great. Heres one back. Thanx