Ramblings

I think that it's pretty telling that what pushed me over the edge into actually crying instead of just thinking about it tonight was not the intensely stressful housing situation that took two and a half hours to resolve, but rather watching two of my friends' boyfriends bring them food to help them through the intensely stressful housing situation.

I'd really like to be loved. Is that so much to ask?

edited due to overly confessional nature