Fuck all you people who claim to be my friends. You all know how much I'm hurting and no one cares enough to be there to talk to be there to listen. Real friends don't let friends this dead inside be alone they comfort they love they help. I guess I have no real friends. I'm not talk about social media friends I'm talking about people I know in real life who are supposed to understand I need them right now. Yet I am alone and forgotten even worse ignored. This creature of passion that I am is worth nothing without love and companionship, I have neither and I have nothing. I do not even know what joy is. I never have it seems. The days go by and the nights drag on as I never seem to sleep anymore. If only a good women knew my heart. If only I was not in so many pieces. I'm so damaged and needy and clingy. My baggage is infinite. no one can ever love me enough. even if I hide it what good will that do in a relationship. It all eventually comes out and its always to much. I am alone and considering I'm so fucked up I doubt I'll ever find someone understanding enough to love me.