If you'll be my star, i'll be your sky.

I can’t be alone. I don’t want to be alone. I’m pushing him away and it can’t happen. I have to change. I need to change. I don’t know how to change or how to ask for help. I want help. I don’t “need” it, but I damn sure want it. I can’t stand losing him, and I think I already have. He wants me to talk to him about this, but I’m too fucking emotional. I feel like noone understands me. I want him so bad, and I don’t feel like it’s mutual anymore. I’ve pushed away everyone that I’ve ever had, and I can’t stand myself. I don’t want to lose him. I have noone left. He’s everything, and soon, I think he’ll be nothing. Or I’ll be nothing. I want help. I want change. I’m a child. I’m a failure. I’m nothing. I feel like shit. I feel like shit. I feel like shit. He’s my world. I can’t lose him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want to cut. I did cut. It was stupid. So stupid. Another thing pushing him away, but it’s the only way I feel okay, at times. He makes me feel okay, and cutting makes me feel okay. Maybe I do need help. I’m fucking going insane, and I just want to be okay. I’m not okay. I’m not okay. I’m not okay. I’m not okay. I just want help. I want love. I want him. And I’m forever alone, and he’s all I want, and I’m just pushing him farther and farther and farther away, and I’m falling apart. The more I fall, the farther he is. I need him. I need him. I need him. Fuck. I hate this.

unironicgoth:

my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees 

(via lessthanzero-xo)