I wish you’d show that you want me around. Show that you care. Show that I mean something to you.
It sucks needing someone but being too scared to tell them that.
There’s a big dark cloud of “I can’t do this” hovering over my head. Why is this happening? Please, go away, please…
I’ve not felt this bad in a long time. It fucking sucks.
“Pooh and his friends were given as gifts by author A. A. Milne to his son Christopher Robin Milne between 1920 and 1922. Pooh was purchased in London at Harrods for Christopher’s first birthday. Christopher later gave them to publisher E. P. Dutton, who in turn donated them to the New York Public Library.”
Just everything about you. My heart can’t even help it.