I am still the little boy who wants to run away from every little problem, i feel empty when i am unloved, and i feel afraid when i am loved. I long for company when i am alone and i want to escape into the darkness when i am surrounded by people. It is no one’s fault, nobody has really hurt me to turn me into who i am today. Every now and then i think about the past and all the wrong things i have done, all the wrong decisions i took, all the people i damaged, and all the times i felt like breaking down but i didnt because i dont want anyone to know i am weak and vulnerable. I dont want to die, i just want to restart. Maybe this time i would do better as a person. But i heard you , you told me “this too, will pass” , this too will pass.