I sometimes get asked if I can love. I always rant about not believing in relationships etc., but that shouldn't be too read into. It's not that I don't love, it's that I love too much, and too quickly. I'm really scared to get attached to one single person, so it all kind of remains on the surface, so that I can replace people when they leave me.
I just expect people to give up on me, which is usually the very reason they do.
I sometimes think that I'm just too sick to love now. I don't want anyone to have to live with this, except for myself. The impulse I'm supposed to fight tells me to let it be, because I don't deserve better.
But you know, good days and bad days. Today may not have been great, but.. I guess the only reason to hang on is the belief that one day, I will be fine.
x
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