Two days now of gloom. I hate myself when I get this way. I become unable to function. Energy flows away from me and all I can do is lie in a dark room buried under covers. I am emotionally starved. It is not just a physical need for sex. It’s so much larger and much more desperate than that. I need to be loved— and I need to love. I feel loveless. Empty. Miserable.
November 15th, 1981
November 15th, 1981
November 15th, 1981
Two days now of gloom. I hate myself when I get this way. I become unable to function. Energy flows away from me and all I can do is lie in a dark room buried under covers. I am emotionally starved. It is not just a physical need for sex. It’s so much larger and much more desperate than that. I need to be loved— and I need to love. I feel loveless. Empty. Miserable.