Im-made-of-crushed-little-stars - I'm Made Of Crushed Little Stars

if i disappeared, would anyone even care. Are any of the connections ive made real. Is everything ive ever done just a thin layer of required empathy from everyone else.

does anyone still care about me outside of just social musts?

I love her but I don't want her to be disappointed in my as a person.would she even love me if she knew more about me?

I’d like to believe that in another life I could be loved

I just wanna rot away and dissolve into nothing.

I want to look as fucked up on the outside as I am on the inside

The last thing I wanted was to be alone in a room with my fucking thoughts.

please stop looking at me like that, i promise i’m still human even if i have to cut my own flesh just so i can feel like one. please, please, please, don’t look at me like i’m a monster

i experienced very bad things

I want this to be serious but I'm also like rlly afraid.

Theyre wonderful, they absolutely are, the person I'm afraid of is myself. I'm afraid of fucking up, afraid of not loving enough, so afraid my mind makes up this concept of loving too deeply and being afraid of that because I'm afraid of being hurt or crossing the wrong lines.