I always knew relationships were going to be hard, how hard I had no idea. One thing is certain, it’s only hard because of how broken I am, and all the trauma scars of the past have left in me. People continue to run out of love and patience as I try to piece myself back.

Is there love without pain? I’d like to know.

Do dreams come true? Or are they sometimes better than anything you’ve ever imagined to be?

My need to push you away comes from how everyone I ever loved left me in the dark. And at this point, it’s better to just stay alone than even let in a glimpse of love and risk getting hurt, again. I’m sorry I’m this broken that everything, in the end, leads to pain. I’m sorry that I struggle to be happy because good things never happen. Good things haven’t happened in so long. And that’s why I come off the way I do.