I wish we could talk again

I was angry with my friend;  I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe:  I told it not, my wrath did grow.  And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears:  And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.  And it grew both day and night.  Till it bore an apple bright.  And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine.  And into my garden stole,  When the night had veild the pole;  In the morning glad I see;  My foe outstretched beneath the tree

I'm scared of being alone. My mother told me nobody will ever love me. Her words linger in the corner of my room. I talk to myself when it's been quiet for too long and I really hate the way my voice is sometimes, I don't sound like myself at all. Only my bedsheets know how lonely I get at night, don't have the courage to tell anybody else, I don't have anybody else to share it with. I don't think I'm unlovable, I think I am unable to love. I get mean when people show affection. They all have something I lack, as if they're all in on some kind of sick inside joke I find it hard to like others, it makes socializing impossible.

And pills

I feel like i am addicted to dsbm and cutting myself

That nose is a die for

How can i sign up for free plastic surgery ?

I am the bitter taste of gall