I posted this on my about me book as well but no one reads that so yknow, people read this.
there will hopefully be an update soon as well, sorry for being rubbish ):
it's 1:15 am and I'm sat under the covers in bed just thinking. That's the problem with me, I think too much when I shouldn't. I get into my head that people don't like me and it's all an act.
And to be honest most of the time it is an act.
Most of the time I'll be left on my own.
I know I seem like a happy person who cares about a lot of things but really every single fucking day all I want to do is die because I can't fucking handle the pain.
I just wish that at like 3am someone would message with just a simple 'how are you?' or 'are you okay?'
but how can I fucking expect that when only one person who I actually know in person has bothered to text me for the two weeks I've been off.
when the 4 months I've been off ill I only got like 7 messages asking how I was.
it's clear that people pick me up and drop me when they need someone or have had an argument with someone else then they fucking leave when they don't need me.
all I want is someone who would message and ask me if I'm okay
if I'm well
anything like that.
I just want someone to love me.
and to not leave me alone, because I'm sick and tired of being left alone
YOU ARE READING
satisfaction - p.jm & j.jk
Fanfiction❝leaves fall when they die but they're still beautiful❞ ❝are you calling me a leaf?❞ -- two boys falling in love as their lives fall out of their hands. -- [smut has been removed because god do i regret that] ©keysthetics 2015
