Weirdo
No matter how many times he asks if I am okay I will always lie. No matter what, I am a mess and I will stay strong till my last dying breath. I am tired of feeling fuckin crazy. My anxiety is too much. I get so jealous no matter who we are around. I am too damaged for him, I want so much attention. I feel so crazy… I want love that is so obsessive cause I will never feel good enough. I always have the little voice in my head, saying I am not pretty, beautiful enough. I need reassurance all the time. I love being touched by him and his touch, only him. I love it so much.. He's the love of my life, so I will stay strong and make it work.











