I know I’m a mess-up, I know I have problems. But can I be loved? Is it possible for someone as horrible as me to find someone who actually cares? I just want a decent relationship, with someone who can understand my petty problems and just help me. Maybe even save me. But everything I ask for is too much, and my thoughts are fueled by imagination. It’s quite obvious I’m going to be alone forever, hooray.

I don’t understand what I did to deserve all of this.

I guess in some possible way, I’ve created chaos my whole life. I can’t stand the fact that I’m alone all the time, and that I’m broken. 

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