The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.
I’m tired of my life and my mind wants to die.
I’m tired of always being the person to text first or do anything first now. Once in a while is fine, but all the damn time isn’t. I want to feel wanted and needed. My “friends” don’t care about me. If they did, they would try or something. I’m not the best friend in the world, but I do know that I care for people and wonder about them. If I haven’t seen and talked to them for a while I get worried and contact them. If someone seems sad or something, I ask how they are. I don’t ignore it. I genuinely care for people and lately it seems like no cares for me. It’s not okay to make me feel less. I’m a decent fucking person. I give and help as much as I can.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.