there is nothing that you have offered that i haven't taken

I love things sometimes. Right now, though, I am not sure I know what love really is. I am tired and I am hungry and I am sick and I think I just want somebody here. Somebody that is tangible, that I can curl up against and call every night and talk to them about life and not feel like a ridiculous teenager. I want somebody I can plan my future with and see eye to eye on everything with. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe the person I want a relationship with is me. With myself, I feel lonely, but even with an extra person I still feel lonely. With me I am not worried about hating myself and eventually giving up on myself. With a person, I worry about that constantly. I worry that my awkward ways will catch up with me one day and make her realize she could do better than me.