ooooooo, look at Andrew with his cute loving sister. God, I hate him so fucking much. Stupid faggot. Why does he get to be happy? Why does he get someone to love? I'm so fucking lonely. I'm really so fucking lonely that hugging my pillow isn't enough anymore. I need somebody who I can hold like this. I just need human contact, yet I'm so deathly afraid of it. I can't even look at a girl without becoming so anxious I have to walk away. I'll never get to have what Andrew has. I'll never get to relax and love someone. I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life like this.