Is it pathetic that I do this?

So, yeah. It's been a very lonely life. I think life's been jabbing its knife at me.

And, maybe it's just me, but I'd always make a nest on my bed, out of pillows and blankets, to emulate the feeling of me being cradled.

I'd never know what it truly feels like, I've never been cradled. My dad left me long ago, there's no one I could turn to.

And of course, the nest is not warm, but it's the closest I can get to a "cradle".

I feel weirdly pathetic it has come to this point.