I think my friends would be happier without me, they would never admit it, but I think they would. It feels like I’m a problem to them. Or just a friend that requiers a lot of attention.

I talk, loud. All the time. I make stupid jokes a lot and I often say things that makes me seem dumb eventhough I’m really not. And I talk weird sometimes, which they’ve seemed to notice. I have a lot of problems and I can be very sad most of the times, and then I need to talk so someone, because it’s eating me from the inside. I also want a lot of hugs, and someone to lean on when I’m tired. 

You see? I must be the biggest fucking problem for them. Why would they even want me anyways.

I don’t give them anything that makes it worth for them to stay. 
I want to make them so much happier then they are when I’m around. I fucking love them more than words can explain and they are never a problem for me.