You Make Me Wanna Die.

I hate how much I need other people to be okay. I hate needing other peoples approval all the time, I hate needing to know what my friends think of me. Most of all I hate the effect the idea of losing you forever has on me. I thought I was going to be yours again. I thought I almost kind of was. But I'm really not. How could I be that stupid? Why do I always do this to myself? After everytime this happens, I promise myself I won't let myself so that ahain, I promise myself I'll keep myself together. And I do try. I try very hard. I just don't seem to have the strenght to stop myself from self-destructing. Maybe I just need to leave...