I’ve come to realize recently that I’m lonely. Like, really lonely. I’m not talking about romantically lonely. I am talking about having no fiends to talk to when I’m having a breakdown or when I want I to watch a movie. I am constantly surrounded by people who are supposed to be my friends and there for me and they aren’t.
I’m not sure if this sounds selfish or not, but this serious loneliness has really make me think about whether anyone would miss me if something happened to me. Will anyone every really get to know me? I feel like I have so many things that I want to do and feel and put out into this world and I don’t think anyone will care for them and it just makes me sad. ALL THE TIME. I want to feel happy and loved. Is that too much to ask for?
Vincent Van Gogh
van gogh said that.
The cat’s like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HOME
There is no such thing as a bad dog. Only bad people.