Craving. Craving and craving. 

I am sat here on a sunday night, craving. Not a chocolate crave, or a crave for a beverage. I am craving human affection. I am craving the desire of being wanted or needed. Im over the bad weather, but that desire to be wanted needs to be filled. 
I am panicking where this is going to take me. 
Help.

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