I feel the need to reach out. I need someone to touch me, not sexually. It's not sex I'm after this time.

He gave me a half-hug when I dropped him off. The best you can do from the passanger seat unless you plan to approach inappropriate territory. And I didn't want that, I don't. I wanted a real hug, not just a hug, and not necesarily from him. I want someone to understand, to see the palces where I hurt and tell me it'll be okay. I want new friends, to move on from the one's I can't count on. I want to shed old scars like they're as impermenant as bandaides. I want to peel off my skin and step into a whole new life.

I'm moving but not really. After two years ot wanting to, I'm moving from my mom's to my dad's house. It's an eight minute drive but it changes so much.



hold me close like we both died
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