You want me to be happy?
Put a gun to my head and pull the damn trigger.
And it’s days like these when I realize I actually have no one to talk to, no one to tell, and all I can do is listen to the others because I put myself in that position, while I really need someone. I’m sorry I push everyone away. I really am.
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i hate crying in front of people so if i have ever cried in front of you, yes it does kinda mean you’re important but mostly it means it was a terrible accident that i will regret forever