I realize, now, that I'm at the point where I'll do anything just to change my situation around... just to feel the warmth of human contact again.
Soft skin under my hands, silky hair through my fingers, eyes I could get lost in, the taste of sweet lips... An oasis in the desert of loneliness I'm trapped in.
An oasis... or, more appropriately, a mirage.
I can't breathe properly anymore. My appetite is non-existent. Sleep is now impossible, even with the help of sleeping pills.
Please, please let there be an end in sight. At this point, I'll give anything. I don't care what the cost is anymore; it's better than being solitary.
