I knew I was hurting her.
All I wanted was to help
But obviously I failed horribly.
I know it's me.
When she left me.
When he left me.
All because I couldn't let myself get close enough.
Maybe someone will come along and see me for who I am and what I fear.
Maybe they'll take it slow and perhaps I'll feel comfortable to show myself.
Because she made it obvious that I can't change.
I want to.
But perhaps fate is real.
Maybe it's mad that I don't believe in it.
So it's punishing me so I always let down those who I care about.
Fate's a bitch.
