Help.

I put the good things in the stars and I hang them up each night. Every night. The good things are what keep me going. I doubt God, alot. There is a space between us and I know that our relationship isn't really growing. I hurt people when I'm hurt. I don't mean to. I just want people to care. I yearn for it through all of this weariness. And most of the time I do an okay job of hiding all of my deep-rooted anguish-but, like right now, I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't. I cut.