I’m needy. I’m annoying. I notice a fraction of a change in other peoples behaviour particularly towards me. I worry. A lot. About insignificant details that wouldn’t bother the smallest and most basic of organisms. I see people fade away from me as I turn into a spec in the distance as they move farther and farther away. I assume other peoples thoughts and feelings for what I presume to be true. I create scenarios in my head of you leaving. I believe them and turn them to a reality. I do this because I care. I care so much the anxiety grows, so much so it swallows my rationality.
L.F (via wild-nirvana)














