Gaaa, I kinda hate myself really. I can’t keep my head straight, I can’t think clear, I can’t do anything right. I’m just waiting for the day you’ll never talk to me again. I’m waiting to be abandoned by some other jerk again. Go ahead, tell me I’m ugly, stupid, imperfect. You can clearly doubt my existence with all my acceptance. But frankly, I do miss those time when I could just lie in my bed and not think of any s*** suddenly popping in my head. I’m afraid of losing you. I’m so afraid that I can’t bind myself to you. I’m addicted. You’re like a drug. And when you’re gone, I cry. I cry the s*** out of myself on the inside. I’m just covering it with this skin, blood and everything. No girl can go past me. Look me in the eye and fear me. I will not tolerate such existence. Please leave, now.