I do wish I had someone that I could talk to until the late hours of the night when everything else seems to be falling apart, and they’d make me feel worthwhile and hopeful. I dream of driving around with someone blasting “When I Come Around” and laughing because there’s nothing better then feeling free and effortless. I’m a phone call with no one on the other end. Better yet, the line has been disconnected. An unhooked pay phone with not even a quarter to spare. I’m kind of hollow and in need of something. I want to feel the presence of someone else for once. I’m so frustrated. I can’t focus on anything because I feel so lost in utter embarrassment and confusion. My optimism leaves me stranded because no one ever lives up to my hopes. I want you to want me, but I feel so dried up I don’t see how you could want the barren desert that my heart has become.