A Sucker

It is not about losing him that scares me. It is the picture of me being lonely and not having him around to calm me, that is terrifying.

I am a sucker for attention, for love. And sometimes I love being depressed, somehow I get inspirations from the state of depression. I know I write better when I am depressed.

Hey, I'm not looking for happiness. Heck, I think happiness is overrated.

I just want to feel content.