won't you take my hand?

I feel abandoned.

It's a ridiculous feeling because I'm sure that word itself heightens my emotions to an overly dramatic level.
But I still feel it. Steph. Kevin. Daniel. Rashelle. Nandita. Moriaki. Barbara.
I'm not being fair, either, because I'm not really giving anybody a chance to not do that to me, and nobody is actually doing anything to me. I mean, whose fault is it but my own? I'm being distanced and childish and completely irrational and I should go study for my subject tests or work on college essays, or something.
But I won't, because that blows.
And, oh my gawd, life is crumbly.
Like a biscuit.
What the fuck. I am such a carrot.
Please don't boil me.