The problem is not that people don't want to touch me, actually. I just need more than I get. I let people touch me and I touch them, too. Not enough, though.
A few years ago I feared physical contact and evaded it as much as I could. Now I need people to touch me to feel comfortable around them.
I fall in love frequently, because people are meant to be loved. Everyone is beautiful and should be loved.
Denial and rejection are painful. I want people to feel better in my arms. I guess I possess ideal characteristics for a whore.
And I am lost right now.
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