It seems like everyone around me has problems right now. I just want to fix it all, but they’re not the kind of problems that have an easy fix. That bothers me. A lot.

I’m miserable too, because I feel like there’s a hole inside of me that can never be filled. No relationship can be close enough and there is no such thing as enough affection to fill this hole. I need those things so badly–just as I have for as long as I can remember, but at the same time I know that they aren’t available in the real world. I’ll always have this empty feeling. Something missing.