I want you. I want you hugging me really tight against your chest having me wet your shirt with my tears while you try to convince me that everything will be okay. Even tho we both don’t know that. But the fact that you would lie to me means the whole world to me. when are you going to come and be my hero?
I just feel so lonely, I cant explain it and no one can help. Just because they don’t know what im going through and wont understand. Some people cut them selfs, others talk, other draw or write some even read or sleep, because they feel this effect where their off in another imaginary perfect world where no one will find them or hurt them. But me, all I want is a tight sincere hug telling me that it’s okay to cry and break down. But since im alone that person isn’t here for me. Because I always push them away, no one has cared enough to stay. I just…. need help. Just one hug will make me feel better and nit want to kill myself tonight.
Like why do my friends come to me for break advice, biyfriend/girlfriend advice, relationship advice if I fucking never been in a relationship -.-
¿Por qué esa manía de querer encontrar explicación a todos los actos de la vida?
|—||El Túnel, Ernesto Sábato. (via 28th-dec)|