no one’s listening anymore
I think my mental illness makes me a selfish person
I want to be loved
Not just loved
Adored
By everyone and everything
I want to be adored by every sentient speck
Of life
I feel like a dried out husk without it
I want to be loved
I want to be needed
I want the whole universe to need me as much as I need
Even aliens can’t breathe at the thought of losing me
I want to be the sun
It’s nice to feel wanted
I’m 25 now and I want to die more than ever