I tell everyone I am happy but I’m not, I cry every night and wonder why I am always alone.
I run. That’s what I do. The moment things get a little too much for me, I run. I retreat from the people who care about me the most. I think I have an irrational fear of needing someone so much, of being dependent on someone else entirely aside from myself, of being picked apart for all my…
“I have an irrational fear of needing someone so much, of being dependent on someone else entirely aside from myself, of being picked apart for all my insecurities to be laid out in the open. ”
fuck.
When it’s all said and done, I’ll be just a speck in the galaxy, floating far far away by gravity.

wweeoowww.

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