He felt worthless, and he knew he was. Everyone in his childhood always told him so. The ones he trusted hurt him. He felt like he deserved it for not being enough for them. 

He hated the feeling of loneliness he had, every single night. When he woke up from those stupid nightmares he always felt more alone than ever. Crying was a way of feeling comforted by the fact that he could cry without being degraded for doing so.

But tonight, he needed someone.