Title: let's cry to ourseleves, now.
Summary: o3. I don't need a girl. I don't need a guy. I don't need a family. Because I can make myself cry.
And when she fell so hard... he wasn't there like he said he would be.
He wasn't 'always there', but she should have known that from the very beginning.
Sometimes you don't need to read a long, depressing diary entry of someone's life.
All you need to do is think of your own imperfections. The reasons why you pushed all those potential friends away.
Is it the way you dress? Is it the way you speak? Is it the way you hold yourself? Is it the way you act?
And then you scream because the pain is becoming blinding, and you know that it's true.
The reason you're alone is because... you are you.