...There is one thing that saddens me more than anything else. People all around me are so loved... and they'll never know how lucky they are to have somebody who loves them. Never. Not until it's too late, and their loved one is gone. I've never been loved... not by parents, not by friends, not by people i loved. it's ri -god damn- diculous. I would die for the bond some of my friends have with their lovers... its almost magical. The level of contentment they obtain when with their special someone is amazing. I can not help but look on in envy and pride as i am pleasured to watch them as they taste the fruit of young love. It hurts to watch as you see them holding eachother and you know that the only person that shall ever hold you is yourself. especially when you love a person, and they choose your best friend over you. It hurts... more than any cut i have inflicted on myself.