Whenever I start being dissatisfied with everything and disliking everyone, I'm most frustrated because I know the problem comes from me.

It's only with you that I can look like crap and still be an angel in your eyes, that I can act like a baby knowing that you will always let me have my way, that I can do the most disgusting thing in the world and you'll still love me no matter what. Yet in the end, I'm all alone...