I often wonder why good things never stay in my life for very long. It's like I'm not worthy. Friends, family, lovers... The later hurts the most. Grasping something so tight. Opening up your entire being to someone. Then one day it's all over. And there's nothing you can do. Out of your control. You've changed. They've changed. Grown apart. Love, but not in love. I don't understand. Is there something wrong with me? Was there suddenly some kind of repulsion to me? Did I do something wrong? Or am I just not...normal enough? Is it because I don't conform to societies stereotypes? Because I don't dress how I'm supposed to dress? or because you saw in me what it wanted to see? Not what and who I really am.
It's funny how people say they love you for who you are. It's bull shit. They choose what they want to love about you. Never the whole you. Well...never the whole me.
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