I finally feel happy. 
I finally feel like everything is going to be okay. 
I finally feel complete. 

I finally feel ready to die.

I feel I can be at rest completely with myself. 

It’s a wonderful feeling. 
I hope I make it. 
I’m going to be okay.

Oh, my dear, I missed you.

Why did I ever leave you? 

Promise me we’ll never be apart again? 

I know people tend to see things entirely the way they would like to, but I guess it’s usually not like that at all. 
I’m kinda used to it because often people take things I do/say the wrong way, which frustrates me because I genuinely don’t feel like I’ve done anything wrong, but then I guess I take people the wrong way a lot too and I get really pissed off when often there’s not really any reason to.
Over thinking is horrible.
It’s not worth losing friends over, and I guess it still sounds like I’m completely and utterly trying to make excuses for myself, but I’m not because I don’t really get what excuses I would even need to make. 
I’m kinda confusing myself and I don’t really know what I’m getting at, but it kinda sucks really. It’s all pretty shit and then you end up feeling bad and you’re still not sure what you did and you want to help but you know that you’re not wanted and then it all just goes kinda wrong.