I'm sitting here, curled up on the floor, practically naked. Mostly to encourage myself to do more crunches. And I'm watching these people on the screen live these stupid dramas. And all I want is to be sitting on the edge of someone's bed. And I want to be smoking a blunt. Or a cigarette. And I want them to pull me back into bed and hug me against their side. And they'll tell me everything is fine. And that I'm beautiful. And maybe say "I love you." But probably not. I'm not really the fall-in-love kind of person. And maybe that's my problem.
But in reality, I'm just sitting here. By myself. In my underwear and a bra. Trying to convince myself to do 30 more crunches.