Not a kind of play

There is only one rain cloud in the sky and it's pissing down on me. Somehow, I'm not surprised. What great things do I truly deserve?

Who would care for the unbosoming of a fifteen year-old secondary school student, who is insecure, emotionally fragile, has a perfectionist father, and a troubled childhood?

Basically, all I want is someone I could happy snuggle up to.