I want to hug, I want to kiss, I want to cry, I want to love.

I want to laugh, I want to smile, I want to be held.

I want you to come back, because I miss you.

I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry that I'm single. I'm just feeling sorry for myself. But I miss you.

I want 2011 to be awesome, like everyone else. But it probably won't. I'll still hate my life, I still won't have any real friends. All I have is the internet.

And I'm fucking sorry.

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