for a few days at the end of last week and the beginning of this one (and by that i mean roughly sat - tues, give or take), i could not shake this crushing encompassing loneliness. i had people around most of the day, every day, and yet it felt a considerable fraction as bad as it has felt in the past after breaking up with someone.

i don't know where it came from or why it faded (i think it is gone now, but there might be a slight twinge of it remaining), but i really hate it.

it felt as if my need for physical contact had metastasized into something bigger. i do not know if someone to talk to, a few hugs, and a warm body in bed would have helped, but that's how it seemed.

i am not sure how one meets good people.. anymore?



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