Bookmarked; I keep coming back

I start typing at 3:33AM.

Where do I start....? A whole jumble of thoughts that I just really want to get down on this blog.

Well, I figured I absolutely suck at consoling people.

And I'm not subtle. At all.

I think that's really it. I find it really hard at the moment to articulate my thoughts. I just felt that I needed to blog, for the sake of blogging.

Which is sad.

I've seriously already spent 2 minutes on just a few words. I suck.

I could try to iterate some things on my mind.

Right now, though, I just want to find someone whom I can confide in. Someone to dump all my crap onto. Maybe even someone to exchange sorrows with. But most of my friends need me to listen to them, and that's what I'm there for; to listen to their stories. So I'm hoping to find someone willing to listen to all the shit that's running through my head, or else some poor stranger in a bar will have to deal with my half drunk ramblings after which I will sit in the corner and cry.

Preferably someone whom I can speak to in person.

In desperate need of affection.

I stop typing at 3:42AM.