The loneliness burns me.
Bryce is somehow not a friend anymore.
I'm not sure if that's me or him.
But it's disappointing and painful.
This morning I asked Bryan why he wouldn't cuddle with me.
He said that it's weird.
I am a lonely body.
This thing I drag around with my soul.
No one really cares much for it.
It's been quite abused.
And maybe that's why people don't want to touch me.
Having sex with Bryan was horrible.
A passionless fuck.
I'm a rag doll.
Soaked in rain.
Crusted in dirt.
A face that's faded with the wind.
I feel that I am nothing again.