Its more and more difficult for me to trust someone. I know I’m fucked up. And things with me are irrational and emotional and I’m sure most if the time you must want me to drop dead so you don’t have to deal with me. But honestly I feel like you could have better. And I’m not worth all the trouble I am and all the effort you make. Sacrifices and favours, acts of heroism and shoulders you give me to cry on. I hold on to fog and mists but sometimes I feel like you’re the only solid thing I can cling to. Everything else just evaporates.