I feel rather feverish and sick. I need a hug, I think. Or maybe just some assurance that someone cares. You know, that’s the saddest part… I don’t even think Nick knows how much I care for real… And if he does.. I dont think he really cares in return. Haha. The cruel ironies of life. Maybe I should just tear my own entrails apart so that I will be the same inside as I am inside.