I don't think you're used to someone like me. You know, only seeing the worst in the world. I see this place as hell on earth, which in reality is actually worse than hell. There are so many bad things happening in everyone's lives, and so little things that help them.
You're one of the little things that helps me. You've always tried to cheer me up when I feel like absolute shit. You've always tried to make me feel better about myself. Calling me adorable and beautiful, saying I'm amazing, pointing out that my imperfections are what makes me, well, me.
You try to get rid of my insecurities, but you're the reason I feel like this. You're better at everything. You're better at making friends, having conversations, playing instruments. You're the positive thing in my world that I would just love to shatter. You're what keeps me here and what makes me want to leave.
I keep pushing you away unintentionally. I know I'll end up pushing you away completely. I just don't know when. I've come to think that the people that are close to will always leave.
I know you'll leave, but you keep promising you won't. You can't promise that. You're delusional. You can't keep every promise you make. Not when it involves me.
You're wasting your time. I'm sorry. Let my life crash and burn while you live yours in peace.
Sincerely, The Pessimistic Idiot That Cares About You Too Much
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