When a sociopath loves, it's half heartedly. When I wrote that entry, I wasn't talking about you, mi serotonina. I would never.
When I first wrote it, it was about you. I was hesitant on posting it. Then, I realized. It wasn't about you at all.
Yes, it was about you, and now I realize that it isn't and it never was. I now realize. I though it was about you because I tried to lock my feelings out of me. I knew it wasn't a healthy environment for other people in my life, so I shut people out, so much to the point where I didn't like you anymore. I forced myself to subconsciously. I've been doing that to everyone all my life and just never realizing it.
Don't worry, I'm here, I promise. Superaremos esto. Espérame mi amor.
