Better off alone

Addicted

I'm addicted to self pity. Self hate. Self destruction. Pills. Pain. Anger. Anguish. Sadness. Seeking attention. Getting obsessed with destructive thoughs. Flesh. Blood. Company. Kindness. Affection. Caring. Protection.

I need to get rid of all this shit.

Heal my own wounds. Not needing anybody. Save me from myself. Getting away from people and things I need and carry on alone.

I'm tired of needing you.

So damn happy.