Nobody even knows who I am. If I fell asleep tonight, and never woke up. None of you would miss me, and in fact, nobody would miss me at all, except for one sad man… I sometimes even think he would be better off that way.

I am really lonely right now. I realize that only one person in this entire universe genuinely cares about me. If it weren’t for him, not one soul would ever know me. I’m scared to put too much pressure on him, because he is so lovely and deserves so much better than me. I have never had a real genuine friend, because I am so afraid of everyone around me. I never learned how to be social, and to make friends. I feel so lonely right now, and I know it doesn’t matter to anyone at all. I have no close friends, no close family, everyone just takes advantage of me, and only see me as something useful. If nobody cares or know you exist, do you even fucking exist at all? If I died and the person reading the empty, bullshit, eulogy over my casket - would be doing so to a crowd of complete strangers, aside from one singularly beautiful person, whom I do not deserve, but still graces me with his love each day. I’m afraid I’m already broken.