What we do, our choices, that's what defines us
We all have to feel empty sometimes.
What feels best is how I no longer hurt.
Friends help friends fight pixies.
That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.
A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?