in a world where you’re told to always hide how you feel so you don’t appear weak, to never communicate your feelings, to not be in touch with your emotions, they’re the problem not me. they should take a class or two.
either that, or I am genuinely incapable of true love. it’s hard for me to love anything anymore. maybe my time here was never meant to be long. what is a life without love, anyway? everything else, it’s just artificial and doesn’t make you truly happy.
i am too ill to be in a long-term relationship, i am novelty-seeking and cannot sustain stability where things are boring and life feels like flatline. i live off extreme high and lows. i can’t stay loyal mentally and i lose interest so quickly. am i going to die alone?