I’ve grown up constantly needing people, people who I love, and the shittiest part of this, is finding out one by one, that every one of these people that I’ve needed in my life couldn’t give two shits about me. It wouldn’t matter if I was here or gone, would it? Just one fucking person tell me it would matter, please.
When everything is going so well, and then it all just crumbles. I’m evidently just not MEANT to be happy.
Aw, I like this whole ‘being happy’ thing, it’s so odd for me.