I want someone to share the little bits of my life, my silliness, my exploration at the wonders in the world, someone who cares when I say to them, "I'm scared." Or "I'm excited." Or "I'm really happy."
I need a real living being. Not some rubbish about a mightier than thou being I can also spew, but never appears in reality. What is wrong with me that such a real being always passes me by? Maybe I'm repugnant. Filthy. Worthless.