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I just want to run away…
And never come back
Working with pretty girls. Fml.
The only guys who ever want anything to do with me are players.
According to Kelsey
I have this huge protective shell that I set up. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. There is a bacteria in my shell. Eating me from the inside out. I refuse to let open my shell and get rid of the problem. I’ve spent so long in my shell that I’ve become attached, dependent even. I’m even aware of the bacteria. But I’m too stubborn to accept anyway out, away from the bacteria.
She’s not wrong. I am aware of my shell and my bacteria. I over analyze everything. I focus on rejection. I focus on the bad. I assume everyone is judgmental, because I know I am. I don’t trust people. I don’t believe in myself.
This is affecting my relationships, I’ll admit. I feel like I can’t talk to people. And those I do talk to, I either offend or piss off. It’s making me doubt this guy, which I don’t know how to say in any other way than I think he’s playing me. It’s pushing my friends and family away. It’s making me create toxic relationships. I’m broken. I don’t know if I can be fixed. I can’t talk to my family. I can’t talk to most of my friends. It’s making me feel alienated. Even if I’m the one alienating myself. Which is a possibility. I don’t know what to do or say anymore. I feel like everything I do is just pointless.
I’m just kind of falling apart. People ask what’s wrong and chances are at any given moment it’s like 20 different things.
My love will no longer be my love when this new bitch starts working
So there’s this guy. He’s been around. And I’ve always had a nagging feeling like this is going to end poorly. He hasn’t done anything yet, but I have such terrible trust issues that I feel like I’m going to be played. Maybe because it’s happened before. Maybe I should learn. But I don’t want to regret not going for it after coming this far.
I have terrible trust issues, like for real, what the fuck is wrong with me??
My manager called me a freak. But like a kinky freak, or like a freak in the sheets freak… The names I get called working there
Gahhhh school. After a weekend of work bullshit I have to go to school
