Nevermind. I am so happy to love, I give my heart too freely. I’m just a shitty, broken, mess. All I know is how to be replaced, or how to replace the one before me.
I can’t seem to hold down the “you, and only you” role. Maybe this time is better? Who knows. I’m too fucked up to think anything beyond “I’m not good enough I’m not good enough I’m not good enough”.
And this fear is going to ruin something good.
You are not alone…
