I feel bipolar.
But i'm at work.
This isn't about Bill as a person. It's about what he represents. Another failed relationship. If i'm honest, it was mostly off more often than on. But it felt like a relationship.
Because i cared. When normally, i really don't.
Maybe this is my karma. How many men have i cut off when they thought we were getting off the ground? More than i want to admit. When i see them getting attached, or having expectations- and i realize i could care less if i see them again........i break up with them.
But i don't drag them first.
Thats just shitty.
I got dragged. and pulled back, then dragged again. I LET IT HAPPEN because i believe in romance. Or love if you want to call it that. I don't think it just happens. I think there is interest, and then a need to make it work.....a longing for that person in your life. And that is love.
And i haven't had any in a long time.
Not the adult, romantic, crave me love. Lust, yeah. I can make men lust for me. But love? I don't evoke those feelings of wanting to protect me, care for me, have me in thier life.
I just don't.
And that makes me feel unworthy.
And makes me cry.
little bitch.
I prefer happy, singing, me. Sad me sucks.
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