Will you be there, when I need you?

I wish I can talk to someone.

Anytime I want, about anything, about all my troubles and stuff.

But there is no one, I can really trust, to pour my heart out.

I'm dying inside, keeping everything inside me.

It sucks.

I wish I can talk to someone, knowing i'm disturbing them, but also knowing that they don't mind it at all.

Fuck my life is damn pathetic.