if i die my funerals gonna be the biggest fucken party and you’re all invited
great, the only party ive ever been invited to and he might not even die
And I let you. I didn’t try to stop you. I didn’t put up a fight. I am exhausted. Well and truly emotionally destroyed. You came to Townsville to see me, and I am glad that you did. I was happy to see you and feel your hug at the airport but is that enough? Is that enough to cut back years of hurt and the fighting and the distance? Can love really conquer all? Do I really want you? Do I really need you? I need somebody to make decisions for me because I can’t right now and I have the strongest urge to go down to the supermarket now and buy blades but that would be another thing I would fuck up on. Why can’t I be good enough? Why can’t I be pretty? Why can’t I be better? Why can’t my parents be proud of me?
Why can’t people simply accept me for me and that is it. I want true friends and I don’t have any here anymore. I destroyed that aswell.
I wonder what it feels like to have a guy actually care about you and want to be with you