Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so horrible.
Maybe that would mean that someone actually cares about me and I won’t be alone forever.
God damn, I need to get a hold of myself.
I’m sick of being like this, but I also like it, don’t I? If I didn’t like this, I would just stop feeling like this. Right?
I screwed part of my life over.
Just fuck all this shit.
Why can’t anyone love me?