Sometimes I think the people on Tumblr are the only ones who care.

No one in this life does. I don’t seek approval but it’s nice to get it. It’s nice to feel loved and needed and wanted.

It’s strange. People will talk to me and I’ll ignore them. Then they just leave. And that’s when I realize ‘Chloe you’re drowning, you need them.’ 

And the ones I do have I don’t talk to even when I do need them more than ever. 

I can see a pattern developing here. 

I’m sitting thinking ‘Text Joe or Joanna or Chaplin.You’re drowning and you know you’ll end up not sleeping.’ But I put the phone down each time I lift it. 

‘No. I can’t annoy them with bullshit.’ 

Because that’s what it is. Bullshit.