I’m so fucking pathetic. I don’t want to be like this. I hate how I’ve grown to depend on people for my happiness. It fucks with my head everyday but it’s my fault. It’s completely my fault. My emotions change so much because of this. It’s so stressful keeping up and trying to save myself from going crazy. I’m so scared it’ll get worse.
i may not be able to draw pretty flowers
or write beautiful poems
but i can love you at 2am when no one else will
and maybe that makes it worth it
do you ever get the feeling that your friends just dont care