Who Am I?

I'd always wanted to be a victim, so I could see who cared and finally have a reason to be depressed.
Now I am, now I'm losing my only friend.
Sometimes, I want to die, there I said it.
Are you happy now? Will you help me? Will you stay with me? I didn't think so.

I'm sorry.
I put you through so much.
I give you a hard time about everything, I don't eat, and sometimes,

I'll actually try to make you worry.
I know I shouldn't, but to be honest, I've never had someone care like you do.
And seeing how much you care just makes me feel amazing.

Someone asked why i love hugs so much.
I told them that i didn't want to say because I would feel stupid.
The reason I love hugs and arms around me so much is that for once I trust someone being that close.
It is gentle. And even though i haven't opened up about my horrible past, my self-harm, depression etc...
They still care.